Saturday August 13th, 2016

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: keeping it together.

Brought 45 crates of fruit to the market. Take away two crates worth of culled nectarines and I had 43 for sale. Brought home 1 crate of plums and 1 crate of nectarines. Sold out of apples and peaches (and raspberries and corn).

That was a busy market. It might have been a good idea to have had Kat (and therefore Miles) with me.

Ah well, I survived.

Mine:

Hurry, rush, hustle,
No time for stopping!
Gotta keep the table stocked
For all of this endless shopping...

2 Comments:

Greg said...

That's a lot of fruit to be selling! You always seem to sell well though; is this something common to the market or is your stall just particularly attractive?
Hah, your poem makes the market sound like the bakery! I can imagine you smiling, handing over change and then having to stack more boxes of fruit on the table in front of you :)

Keeping it together
The sun has dried the sand out
And his skin -- it's like old leather.
But he's trying to build a sand-fort,
And keep the sand together.

Marc said...

Greg - I think the vast majority of stalls do very well, as it's a very busy market. Hard to say for sure, but that's the impression that I get.

That's a fairly accurate picture. Maybe toss in a bit of me ignoring incoming customers in favor of restocking the table and you'd have it about right!

That's quite the image you've put in my head with your poem. I also like the rhyming of old leather and together. Nice work, as usual :)