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a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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Northwest Cedars

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

The trees whisper.

He will not lay us low
with the blade,
or render us invisible
with the axe —

So we will light his way
with birds,
music to titillate
his broken heart.

We will get the white bear
to lay salmon at our feet,
streams overflowing
with the red fish.

He believes
he is kin to us
as he climbs
the rocky cliffs
and looks out
across the valley,
exchanging chemicals
with us

like human beings
exchanging pheromones.


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The Composer

by Thomas Davis

An Italian, or Petrarchan, Sonnet

He searched a year to find the cedar tree,
Determined that he’d find a lofty lord
That towered dark and gleaming like a sword
Thrust upward with a shaggy filigree
Of branches singing winds into a sea
Of sky where hawks and eagles soared
And wings stitched sky to land, a linking poured
Into the heartbeat of his fantasy.

He dreamed the tree into the song he sang,
Then fingered ancient rosewood cello strings
Into the filigree of cedar wind
That bowed as cries of distant eagles rang
Into the sky and wove tree, song, and wings
Into a music that will never end.


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From the Music of Les Misèrables

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis



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In the Stone Fields

photograph by Sonja Bingen

a love poem to Ethel by Thomas Davis

In the stone fields
The roots of the pinyon
Interweave with stone.
In the barest silence
Song is worn like a cloak
Of the brightest colors.

May my lips be as a brook
Bubbling forth songs
In praise of my love.
May my heart be as a pinyon,
Drawing forth music
From the barest stones.

Originally published in The New Quiver, University of Wisconsin–Oshkosh, copyright 1972.


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