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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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Terminal II

TERMINAL II

He does the shopping now
Getting out is too much
But we don’t mention that
At least there are flowers

The new snowdrops are out
As the fresh year spins on
Words like splendour, wonder
Set amongst all this pain

Verdict

VERDICT

Fully acknowledged
This terminality of ours
It’s about our value

It’s about what we’re worth
And uncovering who devised
The scale that measured it so

It’s about fighting or giving up
It’s about fighting for life
It’s like being like water

It’s about laughing daily
In the face of death
It’s about life

And dancing
Life and dancing
Until the end

And beyond

Och Aye

OCH AYE

I thank you all, my dear Scots
For those years passed away back in Stirling
May your pipes remain forever a-skirling
Down here mid my scented forget-me-nots

Secret Love

SECRET LOVE

Let us
Forever
Take care
What we reveal
Until
Breath held
We take the plunge

Books (Of Spells)

BOOKS (OF SPELLS)

A special magic
The fortunate discover
While non-readers not

Alien Dreamers All

ALIEN DREAMERS ALL

Even? … Odd?
Even odd balance
This and that
Here and there
Kaleidoscopic jigsaw
You know how It is

Masks Of The Crustacean (Republished)

MASKS OF THE CRUSTACEAN

I would say the secrets of my soul
Yet trust no one to their hearing
Some keep silence, some keep talking
When they find they have nothing to say
And the fulfilled don’t write

Lame excuses and sprung steel alibis
Meshed fast in the complexities of pain
(Only my pleasures are simple)
Masks of the crustacean
Designed to reveal what they disguise

Playing at love like a game of chess
Not well, not badly, just lazily
Without due regard to the consequences of my moves
Reading too many fairy tales
And kissing far too many frogs

The generous truth is a beggar to find
Buried deep among the unsuspected cruelties of the small print
(When God finished the world
He saw that it was perfect
… And then of course He began wondering what to do next … )

Security in a pound note, safety in a pin
The tired old trumpeting of Church and State
Magic is afoot but the world’s gone metric
(Electric) and Securicor scares
The light fades, the air is flat and stale

The rain beats against the glass
Nights and days an endless tapeloop
Of supermarket muzak
Brush its teeth and put it to bed
The well-oiled programs run

Asleep within the fractured eye of my attention
Life, well-travelled, opens and closes around me
Here and there embroidered with a flower
The footsteps I follow through the blizzard of my memories
Are my own

A Word To The Wise II

A WORD TO THE WISE II

Worry, worry, worry
Kills you in a hurry

So let things be
And you will see
More days

And those days
Will also sweeter be

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See https://mindfulbalance.org/2018/01/19/create-a-space/

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