All night the scrape of diamonds,
crisping on our dingy roofs,
on steeples, kaleiding into holy bits,
on flat-roofed buildings, tiny wires,
each bearing crystal tubes
Where birds just stood.
All night the hum and hush of it
Like a million little jam jars
Gently sharding,
Sometimes the sullen fall
Of a limb too brittle.
The storm swallows up the answers
to our little questions.
Will the trees last the night?
Will there be hot coffee?
and what will become
of Old Muff across the street
and his cigarette,
orange tip proudly glowing in the falling ice.
In the pure blue morning
the city shrugs,
but every branch is filigreed
out to the very leaf.
The Lacemaker renders
wedding-cake perfection, even here,
on my banal suburban corner,
From the arctic stars.
She has published magazine and newspaper features locally and nationally. She is the winner of the 2020 Ageless Authors Poetry Prize, third place. She received international awards in writing, magazines and promotional projects during her 30+ year career in corporate communications, Marilyn is currently at work on a mystery novel and several short stories. And of course, she continues to write and improve her poetry.
- Lacemaker - 7th December 2022
- On Turning Seventy - 29th August 2021