Emily

Published on by Tosha Michelle

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She spent the month of July
with Emily Dickinson.

The sun burned her eyes,
but she read on.

Her cat napped at her feet.
Nearby you could hear people
playing volleyball.

When inspiration failed, she
looked for a thing with feathers.

She wore an old t-shirt that read
“Heart, we will forget him”

You could see her reading,
into the evening. Her face
lit by moonlight. Every word
her night cap.

While others slept,
she thought about Emily
and what she would do.

Having arrived at a poetic conclusion,
she takes out pen and paper
and writes with modest ink.

For a poem she loses herself
in a room of another life,
in a house far away in Amherst.

Knowing she’s just a small star,
basking in the glow of another.

She composes verse about
her summer companion.
Emily the loner and recluse.

And shares how her favorite
poet became her muse.

-Tosha Michelle

41 thoughts on “Emily”

  5. The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality”….oh Emily…my first literary crush. How did I not know you’d channel her so completely. I guess I have a new crush then. 😉 ❤

    So good Tosha. 🙂

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  9. ♡ Opening, with tender touchs.
    James had a good idea. I’ve have a book somewhere, I need to find and blow the dust from. I can understand Eric’s crush.
    Our chest of hope♡, it’s courage in time will pick up the pieces, move on with full intent & care not to look back.
    Beautifully done, Coco even bent an ear to the Playlist. 🙂

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  12. Wow, I missed commenting on this one — how beautiful this poem, how beautiful this music (Copland I absolutely adore, but I didn’t know this piece so thank you so much for sharing). Emily, Emily — oh Emily, she’s wonderful, I agree. Your poem wonderfully honors your muse, Tosha. 🙂

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