A Nuptial Nightmare
A dream I had the other night
had me smiling with delight:
A couple with their backs to me
were taking vows of holy matrimony.
My delight turned to dark suspicion,
the minister looked like Waldo Emerson?
When bride and groom turned in unison –
that’s when I woke in a sweat, for lo! –
it was Emily Dickinson and Henry D. Thoreau!
She, the Amherst spinster and eccentric;
he, the part-time, Walden pseudo rustic.
But even the best of unions end abruptly.
And so did theirs when he took her proudly
to his self-built one-room Walden “mansion”
which she on seeing burst out her derision,
grew pale and begged: To Amherst take me back.
They’ll be no wild nights in this one room shack!
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2021
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