photograph by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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Himalayan Goddess, Ridgeway, Colorado
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Himalayan Goddess
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
We found her
in the mountains
near a rushing stream
carved out of white marble,
a sign of purity.
Under her whiteness
was written these words,
“…she hears the cries of the world.”
Last night
a Syrian boy and girl
lay dead under rubble,
not much older than six or seven
…cries in the world.
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Snow Falling on a Winter’s Woods
a photograph by Ethel Mortenson Davis
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Presentation
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
The young father
bound
his newborn daughter
across his chest
and then slipped on his skis.
This was a cold February
in the land of lakes and trees
with dancing green lights.
Here he connected,
just as his ancestors
before him connected,
to the starry night,
just as his daughter
will someday bind
her infant
across her heart,
presenting a new life
under the milky-green
foam of stars,
under the great tail
of the Milky Way Galaxy
above her shoulders.
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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 Davis
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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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