Librarians whispered poems into the ice
2017
ink, watercolor, gouache on hand molded paper
30"x22"
The Librarians watched over the cracking ice and shushed and frowned at the unruly noise of a winter stagnation. They tugged sweaters on while pince-nez slipped to their laps and hands fluttered up to push stray hairs behind ears numbed by Dewey decimals.
They thought to bring some order to the thaw, so they pulled out a worn blue book with stars on the cover and began to whisper poems into the ice. And slowly their voices puffed calming, cool, sintering words of iambic pentameter- that ushered the dodgy ice to Spring.
They thought to bring some order to the thaw, so they pulled out a worn blue book with stars on the cover and began to whisper poems into the ice. And slowly their voices puffed calming, cool, sintering words of iambic pentameter- that ushered the dodgy ice to Spring.
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