Last night I sat at a
stop light and wondered what it would be like to sit with Emily Dickinson at
this very same intersection. It is a seedy part of town, known most for cheap
motels inhabited by crackheads with the main street populated by prostitutes in
various costumes with the same comatose facial expression. I was on my way
home, a routine, when I opened my eyes to “write with Emily” I was able to see
this place differently.
Here is what Emily helped me write.
Street Light, Corner of 21st and Union
Electric orb
Sharing luminousness with the
Members of the pearly ancient profession
And the shaking, tittering loose toothed
Hungry for the next, next, next….
As well as the cars who have lost
Their way and landed
Underneath you
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© 2012 by Julie Jordan Scott
I know that corner and love your images. xoA
Posted by: Annis Cassells | November 28, 2012 at 02:28 PM
I'm glad the muse visited you! The poem is both dark and lovely.
Posted by: Beth Camp | November 30, 2012 at 06:03 AM