Parent 2

Parent 2

I rise from the land

slim and erect as a tree,

an alder, whippy, a seed-bearer,

piercing soil, sky and cloud.

In certain currents of air

my breath is whipped away

by your tender looks

as you take hold of my hand.

I swing you into my arms

to show you vistas new to you,

slopes vertiginously green.

I bend beneath your weight

as you examine me, in the convex

raindrops that deck my leaves,

for images of yourself, until

I feel you see my exposed crown.


© Margaret Morgan 2004

This extract from the opening of Parent 2 shows how lively staccato rhythms alternate between both choirs. This song again uses a mix of two patterns yet without separation between the choirs.