Alchemy of Scallops
By Reba Owen
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Mrs. Owen is very liberal so be warned! She likes to infuse her writing with temptations to learn more about nature and human foibles. Why is it that a tiny piece of flesh can produce geometrical shells from sea water, something a human is incapable of. Read and enjoy.
Reba Owen
Reba Owen is a Northwest poet, artist, ukulele player, and boogie boarder. Her poems and art reflect a love of nature. In this book, she hopes to illustrate the ongoing wonder that is the world out of doors. She also infuses some social comments about humans and their foibles. Reba is a 1962 graduate of Oregon State University with a degree in recreation. The book is dedicated to her grandchildren, Anna, Shane, Chase, and Nikki. In my previous book, I acknowledged all in my family, friends, mentors, teachers, fellow writers who had influenced and encouraged me. To that list I now want to add the music makers who have brought me such joy in the last couple years. You know who you are, and I love every single one of you.
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Alchemy of Scallops - Reba Owen
The Alchemy of Scallops
A scallop shell, golden and iridescent like Rapunzel's tresses.
One black with white and orange mottling, a Japanese fan
that a rice-pale geisha would have peered from behind.
The next a golden cream with an edge pattern of cinnamon,
with which a duchess might fan herself at a soiree'.
The large speckled, marked with orderly Indian corn lines
Its companion a sand colored shell scarred with grooves,
from a burrowing marine worm,
bringing to mind a mesa's eroded face.
There is another the color of noon sun on beach grass.
And one, opaque with muted lavender edging, a sunset ending.
Finally a tiny scallop, the size and blush of a baby's toe.
Some little ghost-pale piece of flesh created these from sea water,
to amaze with the mystery of its alchemy that we humans are not, and never will be capable of.
Reba Owen
1/28/2014
Sunset Beach, California
Winter Wren Christmas Morning
Drab and cinnamon like dead leaves and dirt.
Shy about the tangled twigs and thicket.
Her quivering throat the only clue to her disguise.
A winter wren, her song joyous and honeyed.
Who can be sad when she sings?
Who, in agony over wanting those back
who have gone to that soil, cannot be cheered?
Who, though grieving loving words said too late,
would not be soothed by her tremolo?
And who, cannot look forward as her little aria
leads the way to a new dawn on the frost laden forest?
Reba Owen
2014
Signs of Insanity
It all started with drowned bees. Honey bees had gotten into the hummingbird feeder. As I was cleaning their bodies out of the container in the kitchen sink, their feelers began moving, then their wings. Horrified, I put the six of them on a paper towel in a