Fireblossom Friday In the Garden

Another Friday trip into the garden for me - or maybe  .  .  . who is that?

Sometimes, a duplicate of a living person takes form, called a Doppelganger. The double does things the original person is unaware of, but others see. 

"I didn't know what I was doing." "I didn't know what my double was doing." (!) "I don't know what came over me." Maybe these are more than just common expressions. Maybe our wills are not always our own. What do you think? Let's write about it. 

My Doppelganger - a Villanelle

Yeah - that’s what I was thinking:
I would never do those awful things.
Not even if I had been drinking.

Always clever, never shrinking,
This is what my doppleganger brings.
Yeah - that’s what I was thinking:

All those women: their forlorn hopes sinking;
Sad songs plucked on their heart strings.
Not even if I had been drinking.

My wife is glad that I’m the one she’s linking;
Not stuck inside HIS binding wedding rings.
Yeah - that’s what I was thinking:

All those women’s sobs, their sad tears blinking
In memory of those cheating, piercing stings.
Not even if I had been drinking.

That doppleganger always slyly slinking
Into that good night after those flings.
Yeah - that’s what I was thinking:
Not even if I had been drinking.