Today's prompt was to write in Ottava Rima which results in a poem in iambic pentameter and with eight line stanzas of
a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c rhyming structure. Not my forte at all (hence it's only two stanzas long) but here we go...
Yesterday’s knowledge
Amid the crowd, I
met with Yesterday
I thought him
smaller than he seemed before
His shoulders
hunched, his eyes, they looked away
His coat hem
dirtied where it brushed the floor
I spoke his name
aloud—he turned away
With hurried pace,
he headed for the door
I wished to tell
him all that I had learned,
That all his nooks
of knowing had been burned.
The door behind
him gave a quiet click
I found myself
alone, an empty room
The throngs no
longer milling strong and thick
Night’s window
showing but a scrape of moon
My friend had
played another clever trick
I knew that I would see him again soon
His knowledge
books where not destroyed by fire;
There must be
death before a funeral pyre.
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