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Goldfinch

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

A small goldfinch
hit our glass door.
He lay unconscious—
in the process of dying.

“I will return later
when he is gone,”
she said.
“He needs quiet
and stillness.”

When she checked again
the bird was sitting up
and awake.
Life had come back to him.

“He will be stronger
and cherish life more,”
she thought.
“A bright spot
in his spring world,”

like the green
moss-covered stone
this winter—
shining out from under
the deep winter snows.

When she returned
he was gone.

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Love’s Coming

by Thomas Davis

As bright as any stone alive with mind,
Pygmalion touched his statue’s stony lips
And told sweet Venus that he’d strike her blind
If stony thighs were not made fleshy hips.

Cold Venus smiled a stony smile and laughed.
She put Medusa’s mask upon her lovely face.
Pygmalion stared at stone-wild eyes half daft,
Afraid of stone, still filled with hope for grace.

With wily wonder in her lovelost look,
Sweet Venus snaked her hair into the night.
Pygmalion’s mind turned stone, his flesh, cold, shook
With fears inspired by stone’s wild face of fright.

Then Venus smiled with warmth, took off her mask.
Pygmalion’s love fled stone. Alive at last!

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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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