✽elle écrit✽: #23. October Night

Tuesday, October 6, 2020

#23. October Night

All evening

she sits by the fire.

Logs flicker and shift,

flash and sparkle,

igniting secrets in the dark.

As dawn approaches,

the coals crumble

to cold, lifeless dust.

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flaubert said...: What a beautiful write, Marianne.

Love,
Pammy; October 8, 2020 at 3:56 PM

sidewalk poetry

Marcus Young, Saint Paul’s artist in residence, started an annual sidewalk poetry contest in 2008. St. Paul residents were invited to enter the contest to have their poems permanently installed in city sidewalks. Young conceived the idea after learning about the public works department’s annual sidewalk replacement program. Because of age and deterioration, the city replaces about 10 miles of sidewalk each year. “I like the unlikely pairing of poetry and sidewalk replacement,” Young said. “Sidewalks are clearly a necessity, yet creating beauty and mystery with public art is equally important. We must build well both the hard durable structures of our city and the soft spaces for our collective imagination." My poem, November, was one of the five poems chosen to be installed in 2009.

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Tuesday, October 6, 2020

#23. October Night

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