Ginger Marcinkowski

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Ginger Marcinkowski
(KIRA, August, 2019)

“My walk each morning, rain or shine,
feathers my black galoshes with dewy grass.
There I would ramble through gated doors
that kept out the world and sealed in
my pen’s work for that day. 

I often found myself sidetracked,
exploring paths that led through flowerbeds,
and up to my favorite sculptures.
I paused to watch my fellow artists
as they focused on chosen subjects
unaware that I was eavesdropping. 

Then silently, I would steal away
along the well-trod path to my studio,
pausing long enough to greet the llamas
and baby goats. If I listen carefully
I can still hear their bleating. 

In wonder, every day, I climbed the steps
of wood that led to my studio, opened
the door, and turned to breathe in my good
fortune. “What a blessed woman you are,”
I would tell myself before taking my place
for hours on end at my desk, each moment,
each stroke of the pen, each letter added
to the growing lines on the page, a gift.”

Comment: I have been writing poems about the KIRA artists as part of my next poetry book, The Nature of Art and the Art of Nature. This is my KIRA2021 project. The Nature of Art is a revision and expansion of a poetry manuscript of the same name that placed second in the WFNB’s Alfred G. Bailey Award (2020). This poem appears in the section entitled Impressions of KIRA Artists. Currently this section contains eleven poems, but it is still under construction. This poem is interesting in that it is a ‘found’ poem, in the sense that Ginger wrote these words to me in an e-mail. I removed them, reordered them, polished them, and sent her back her own poem in her own words. What fun! This should help explain the use of inverted commas at beginning and end, for this poem is spoken in Ginger’s own words.

6 thoughts on “Ginger Marcinkowski

  1. Thanks, Chuck. I am having a wonderful time with all these young, resourceful, and energetic artists. I wonder sometimes how they can put up with an old dog like me. Wish you we here: but you can’t have my room!

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  2. Well done, Roger. I ‘see’ her better through your/her words. Cheers, Chuck

    On Thu., Jun. 10, 2021, 7:45 a.m. rogermoorepoet, wrote:

    > rogermoorepoet posted: ” Ginger Marcinkowski (KIRA, August, 2019) “My walk > each morning, rain or shine,feathers my black galoshes with dewy > grass.There I would ramble through gated doorsthat kept out the world and > sealed inmy pen’s work for that day. I often” >

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