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the man awakes from his dream

Hedda

to a morning as dark & uninspiring as a poorly written Soliloquy

too be, or knot to be, that is the egestion

he chuckles at his self-whit then ruminates that he was once a “good” writer but alas no more since she took his thesaurus & she discovered his inability to grasp the difference between “farther” and “further” & so he would find another word instead of “farther” (which, unbeknownst to him, the correct word choice should have been another word for “further”)

Hedda

long ago and in the full bloom of her youth–as fresh as a Norwegian spring

her slim hips and perky bosom and brown hair

her eyes, though, her steel-gray (and grey) eyes

eyes he couldn’t escape from even if they were the farthest (sic) notion in his thoughts

because of her cackle which charmed him he knew it must be love viz., as he had also been young, but with hips not so slim and a continence not so fresh

Hedda

nights spent with her at the General’s lakehouse in summer, their lingonberry-slickened bodies entwined on that big bed and participating in what an outside (non-voyeristic) observer would (or is it could?) term a sort of tarantella slow dance, as she, karaoke like, orally decomposed the linguistic significance of poorly-constructed narratives and how “…writers, so called, don’t even know the difference between ‘farther’ and ‘further’” and he quipped that herring her speak thusly on this subject was a “big turn on and so erratic (again, sic)”

and she would laugh at what she assumed was his intentional malapropism, not knowing that that was furthest (finally!) from his abilities as both a man and a “writer” 

“you silly goose!” her cackle “I need more lingonberry”  

an interlude

and once the lingonberry jam jar was empty and the candle was but a stub and events concluded, she was on her side facing him & smiled at him, her body glistening in the still vibrant light of that single lit candle and he considered her, remarking she looked mighty Vermeer-ish even without earrings

and later she would eventually discover his betrayal of the “Words” which would dramatically change the course of both of their lives 

but let’s not worry about that now

please pass the lingonberry