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The Birth of the World

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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A Letter on the Horizon’s Poem Released Today – Ethel Davis’s New Book

In my opinion this is the best book Ethel Mortenson Davis has published yet.  It contains poems written during her teenage years through all the subsequent time until now.  Poem after poem is a masterpiece.

Kathy Isaacson in her review of the book said:  “Having long wondered who the Rumi of my generation could be, Ethel Mortenson Davis’s poetry similarly soothes and inspires me.  This collection helps us contemplate our relationships with the earth while exploring other companions such as cancer, pain, war, loss of life, and starving horses.  We experience healing with the smell of wild snow, sound of moss clinging to trees, sight of the moon dancing and fireflies whispering.  Ethel’s poetry has accompanied me to a volcano in the New Mexican desert where it was read to the “laughing stars.”  It has been recited to my classroom of wide-eyed students and currently blesses my bedside table.”

I found the book on amazon.com this morning, but not on Barnes and Noble yet.  It was under Ethel Davis, not Ethel Mortenson Davis.  The publisher is Kelsay Books.

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The Kurdish Left Behind

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

On our walk today
a large flock of Canadian geese
rose up into the air.
Then a single call came
from somewhere deep in the woods,
a haunting sound made
by an injured or sick bird,
calling for help.

Migrating geese leave
their injured and sick behind.
Winter overtakes them
and ends their suffering.

It is like the Kurdish people
we left behind today,
or the Central Americans—
they reached for our hands,
crying out through their pain and suffering,
and we turned our backs on them,
left them for their enemies and winter
to finish them off.

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Presentation

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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The Last Tiger

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

 He is a great Siberian Tiger,
the last one.
They have him
in a steel cage
with thick grey bars—
there, at the center
of our town.

Sharpened sticks
lie all around him.
He has many wounds,
but there is still fire
in his eyes.

A young girl
comes to the cage,
crying and afraid.
She says,
“You must stop this now.
You must save this animal.
He is the last
of a royal species—
a sacred kind.”

She knew the combination
of the lock and opened
the cage door.
He sprang towards
the light, carrying
with him the girl’s heart.

“Go to the most northern
region of our country.
There the forests
will save and protect you.
There is still yet time.
There is still yet time
to balance God in the universe.”

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Little Bird

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

for April Chischilly

Little bird,
with wound on her chest,
comes to my water
each day.

Other birds
push her back,
but she is steadfast and stays.
She reminds me of you.

The first sunlight
that warms my body
in the early spring
after a long, cold winter
reminds me of you.

This morning, as the red, glowing mushroom
shone out from the dark forest floor,
an orange- red like no other,
it, too,
reminds me of you.

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Ethel Mortenson Davis Book Named Among Outstanding Poetry Collections for 2018

The Wisconsin Library Association (WLA) gives out yearly awards for outstanding books published each year. This year Ethel Mortenson Davis’s book, Under the Tail of the Milky Way Galaxy has just been recognized as one of seven outstanding books of poetry by Wisconsin poets.

The announcement by the WLA is below:

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