Here is another theme-based form (er, I mean “genre” – Thanks Barbara) for you to try.  An Epithalamium is a poem usually written in honor of a bride and groom. But we’ll expand the thought in a way for this re-introduction of the Epithalamium. Write a poem to celebrate the marriage (joining together) of two somethings. Reese’s Cups are the combination of chocolate and peanut butter. Could be ham and eggs, comedy and tragedy, Lewis and Martin (for those of us that know better). Let’s toast the happy “couple.” Toast and jam? Another great combo!)

A (bonus) poem written for the union of our incredibly talented poets in the garden with each other and Marie and me:


Will you, won’t you join this dance? .
Won’t you take this one last chance?
Would you, could you use your words,
write some poems (quite absurd)?
Will you take the steps you need?
Won’t you join us? Plant your seed?
Will you? Won’t you?

© Walter J. Wojtanik




O’muse forgive me.
You were always there,
like light, like air.
When thoughts reveal
all that I feel, you provide
a voice for the words I choose.
Never failing, sending these
word kites sailing; soaring
into the atmosphere for all to hear.
I take you for granted here, o’muse
sometimes, and at times I abandon
my sensibilities when you give me
the ability to paint life onto a blank page
as if some sage had possessed me.
But, I owe all I am to what drives me.
A pursuit of poetic perfection,
a direction that joins us; a marriage.
Like melody and lyric, this empiric
connection is God-sent, meant
to express all that you suggest.
So muse, forgive me.
For all you share,
my light, my air.

**Inspired by “Farewell and Thanksgiving” by Mark van Doren 

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2018


  1. Joseph and Mary

    Joseph’s plans
    To wed Mary didn’t
    Include a bride with a child not his

    Stone her? No
    Divorce the solution
    But God stepped in with His agenda

    Marry her
    He is Emmanuel
    God with us, forever, amen

    Call His name
    Jesus, for He shall save
    His people from their sins, every one

    Darlene Franklin


    Once again at Christmastime
    there’s something that gives me pause:
    can anyone out there tell me what’s
    the name of Mrs. Claus?

    Is it Hortense or Emily
    or maybe Bonnie Sue?
    To go through life without a name
    is a heck of a thing to do

    for, after all, while Santa works
    one measly day a year;
    the other three hundred sixty-four
    the missus feeds the reindeer.

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  4. It Takes Two

    I still miss Sonny and Cher.
    Tony Bennett and Lady Gaga-
    what a pair! My sister
    and me sharing a room,
    our bed, an “L” shape,
    calls to sleep coming
    too soon. Coffee ice
    cream with chocolate
    syrup, head-freeze smoothies
    of mango/banana, pushing
    that straw into the cup.
    Rocky and Bullwinkle,
    need I say more? Silver
    on black as you sweep
    in the door. May you
    be happy with whatever
    is in store.

  5. A Boy and His Cape

    When little boy drapes in superhero cape
    His imaginary bad guys won’t escape
    He Superman leaps from buildings at fairs (really, small chairs)
    He soars high through the air (jumps from two stairs)
    He runs like Flash to a crash (a very slow dash)
    He swoops like Batman to take a stand (cape blowing in wind of a fan)
    Little boy drapes in superhero cape.

  6. (Bending the theme to three… born from walking the dog earlier tonight)

    Night Union

    Sky, dark height.
    She ponders on the night,
    wondering why geese have left their home.

    Moon, bright, proud.
    She peeks beneath the shroud,
    questioning the need for deer to roam.

    Cloud, broad, vast,
    Her cover wide she casts,
    praying for seeds buried in earth’s loam.

    Cloud, moon, sky.
    All breathe a solstice sigh,
    ready for the longer days to come.

    © Damon Dean, 2018

  7. Matchmaking or Muse

    Some say I have a knack
    To see who belongs with who
    If writing poems fail me
    Matchmaking might do

    Yes, I’m good at guessing
    Sometime I know the fit
    Before the happy couples
    Both discover it

    But there have been times
    That I’ve shaken my head no
    And that marriage has lasted
    Thirty years or so

    And there are times
    I was sure it was true love
    But the couple tore apart
    Like an unraveled glove

    So I’ll stick to writing
    Hang up my matchmaking hat
    Because me and my muse
    Make a better pair than that

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