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Cosmic Mirror

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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Sherry Grant from Auckland New Zealand,

a classical musician and poet, sent Ethel a poem about one of her drawings:

Sherry Grant’s poem:

To Your Melody


By Sherry Grant (Op.2786)
2021-11-22


Utter magic! Webs of colours you freely spin,
Bittersweet young passion, time left beguiled,
Hesitant tears rush, sensation penetrates skin,
Hopelessly tangled knot, hearts racing wild.
At the edge of a dream two unicorns meet,
Sigh after sigh, clearer the shape of ecstasy,
Each ascension a fresh fountain so sweet,
This heaven built for you and me, our intimacy.


©️ Sherry Grant, Auckland, 2021-11-22, Op.2786
Inspired by ‘To Music’ by Franz Adolf Friedrich von Schober (Germany, 1796 – 1882) and
Alexander Scriabin‘s ‘The Poem of Ecstasy’ (Le Poème de l’extase), Op. 54
©️ ‘Song of Ecstasy’ (pastel) by Ethel Mortenson Davis (USA)
https://fourwindowspress.com/2012/01/14/song-of-ecstacy

Ethel Mortenson Davis’s drawing that inspired the poem:

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Hope

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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A Place Where we Live

Potawatomi State Park

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Figures

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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The Place Where We Live, Rock Island

Photographs of Rock Island by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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Come

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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Kevin Michael Davis

February 16, 1982 – July 23, 2010

Overlook Tower

Arches of Scoria

Arches of scoria,

bridging eye to eye,

we lean back, falling gently. 

Stones like hands

catch our curiosities

at the cusp of a cool wind. 

Delicate branches reach down:

fingers wrapped around supports of light

peering through a passage of silence. 

Our eyes close momentarily,

and the passage inundates with another kind of light. 

The train,

several minutes late – as usual –

leads us to bustling boardwalks and ocean breezes.

Thronged by movement,

silence shies away,

its wisdom stowed between new verbs.

We must pay heed.

For in silence,

the arches collapse into a volcanic flow

and collide into the ocean’s embrace. 

Cool winds carry us, as equals, to stark realities.

Frailty inspires us. 

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Overview of Chaco Canyon Ruins

Photograph by Kevin Michael Davis (Alazanto)

Thinking of Kevin today

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Forget-Me-Nots

Spring Garden and a Poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Circle

So fragile the circle

of the earth.

Clouds swirl upon her

in endless feathers.

All life surrenders to her.

She even brings you

back to me.

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