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.