The Merry Marriage of A and E: A Sort of Eunoia Criticism

            We express these needs: the letter “Ey” meets the letter “E.” The sentences were sweet, deep, yet these letters feel better when Ey sees E, E sees Ey, etc. See text:

“E et Ey”

Belle E, she, sweet, tender:

Green eyes effervesce glee—

Her eyes.

Then she, E, the very essence

Feels the grey elven breeze—twelve red trees.

Her scent melds there: every keen ken hers

Yet she seeks elsewhere.


Every three weeks, cheery freckled Ey,

He there sells eleven types peppers, less seven.

“Fresh peppers, lest ye be leery!” yells he.

Plenty, yet he seeks elsewhere.


Then, they meet. Green eyes greet peppered cheeks.

He: “Thee, me?”

She: “We? Peers, free?”

He: “Nest egg, never shells.”

She: “Chest meet chest we dwell?”

He: “Ere we see, we feel.”

She—pledges; knees kneel.

Bells pell-mell, sweetest berry,

Gentle cheer—they, merry.