Ethel Mortenson Davis’s drawing is the perfect artwork for the cover of the epic:
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Ethel Mortenson Davis is on a roll
Ethel has really been on a role lately. The Peninsula Pulse, a Door County publication that has a winter circulation of 9,000+, has just published one of her poems and a short article on her. Last night she performed at concert and poetry reading that a relatively large audience was raving about after it was over. Poets from all over Door County and Wisconsin performed poems as part of a powerful concert by Nine World’s Ensemble. There was a sustained standing ovation afterwards.
The Door County Auditorium also produced a small chapbook of the poems performed that was handed out to the audience after the performance. The weather was awful, freezing drizzle after days of brutal below zero weather and dangerous wind chills, but a sizable audience still managed to make its way to Fish Creek, Wisconsin.
Ethel’s performance was among the best during the evening. Of course, it helps when your poetry is as strong and imagistic as her poetry always is. Other sterling performances were given by Ralph Murre, Sharon Auberele, and Albert DeGenova among others. Every poet who performed swirled the night’s skirts into a sky glistening with silver stars. What a magical night!
A link to the Peninsula Pulse article and poem online is here: https://doorcountypulse.com/tag/ethel-mortenson-davis.
Tom
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Ethel Mortenson Davis is represented in a new anthology!
Ethel has gotten news that one of her poems, “Migration”, had been selected for an anthology that will be published by Water’s Edge Press. When the anthology is published it will be available from amazon.com or the publisher at https://www.waters-edge-press.com.
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Becoming
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
I didn’t know
you were becoming:
not a destination,
not an idea,
but rather like
a bud on the branch,
a flower in the making—
like being carried on the backs of horses,
but being the horses too.
I didn’t know you were becoming.
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Wood Duck
a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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Solstice 2
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
It is the darkest
of all days so far
this year.
I’m sure it will
never be light again,
never with bright sunshine
and hidden breezes.
But tomorrow
will show up,
and the light
will gain over the dark,
and you will be running
down spring’s path,
clinging to my arm.
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