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Celestial Bird: A Poem

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

One
became caught
last night
in my net.

This morning
I untangled him —
eyes true and bright,
magnificent iridescent feathers,
and a warm beating heart
that stayed in my hand
as I threw him up into the air
so he could
continue his flight
across the universe.

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Juno

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson DavisIMG_0374

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Jingle Bells

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

In winter
sleigh bells went around
the bellies of the black and bay,
four velvet ears ahead of us,
jingle bells on black harnesses.

It was in deep snow
when all was quiet
and the horses began to trot
that magic began to happen,

when erythematic music
of a prancing, running march
through forested land
filled the air,

prancing feet
touching down into our hearts.

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Ethel’s Poem on Poetry Breakfast This Morning

Ethel’s poem, “Cold”, has been published by Poetry Breakfast this morning.  Poetry Breakfast emails one poem a day to subscribers.  It publishes some of the finest and most accomplished poets being published today.  You can see Ethel’s poem at:  https://poetrybreakfast.com/category/all-poems, the site’s web page.  I hope you’ll find time to go to Poetry Breakfast this morning.

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Respite

poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis

We walked Michigan’s shore
against gale winds,
blue-green water
churning up white foam
and throwing large rocks
at our feet

until a stand of cedars
offered warmth and stillness
from the wind.
Leaf-litter
lined the forest floor, softness,
respite from our difficult world.

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Power

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

The sailor
understands
the power of the wind,

adjusts his sails
to capture it.

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Blue Above Us, Blue Below Us

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

We stepped off
the edge of the world today,
blue above us,
blue below us,

nothing but sky and water
around us
until
death’s door
surprised us.

Not yet.
Not yet.
This is still not
yet our time.

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