Martha Christian by Brittany Blakenship

Martha Christian

by Brittany Blankenship

(An imitation of "Richard Cory" by Edwin Arlington Robinson)

Whenever Martha Christian walked somewhere

We children on the sidewalk looked at her.

Oh, she was flawless from boots to glossy hair;

Her wool coat could've been a cloak of fur.

And she was always perfectly at case.

And she was always tactful when she spoke.

Her smile was like a golden summer breeze,

Bestowed so kindly on all us winter folk.

And she was pretty in a modest way

And smarter than those standard-scoring tests.

Her very aura made us, everyday.

Wish that we were only half as blest.

So on we worked for work - but never play -

And built our mansions huge to store our stress.

And Martha Christian, one golden summer day.

Popped a pill to silence her success.