Ginny Allen

Spring Lake, New Jersey, USA

Ginny started writing poetry in high school, and took several writing courses in college. She trained as a school teacher, but then went into nursing. She now works as a medical secretary. She has always loved music, the visual arts, and nature. Ginny belongs to a writer's group, and she also exhibits photography. She currently writes an environmental column for local papers. Ginny says she greatly admires the work of Emily Dickinson, whose little poems were jewels of brevity.

Seascape

Snowy terns hover and plunge,
Pink crabs nip the scavenging gulls,
Blue-shirted fishermen cast shimmering lines,
Black reefs pierce the steely seas.

Mother's Day

And I shall bring you
Flowers, pink and white..
Spicy-sweet,
Tulips bright, and
Soft-petaled Iris.
We will plant them near the maples,
Where the soil is chocolate dark and
Sunlight filters thro to mark
The lazy bees.
For in your garden there will be
Pools of sparkling water for the birds,
And bees and butterflies
Will come to take
Long drinks of honey
From the fragrant flowers.
And after we have played
A friendly game or two of singles,
And as oft as not, you beat me,
You will cut some spicy mint,
And I will bring some ice.
Then in your lovely garden
We will sit for hours,
Drinking tea.

Sea Horses

I saw horses walk from the sea,
Dripping wet, tossing green foam,
Bearing gifts in their long, golden eyes.
Lips curled 'round an invisible bit,
Manes cropped and nostrils flaring...
Such beauties pranced
Straight out of Constantinople,
Thro' seven centuries of war,
To stand on Forty-Second Street,
Bearing their proud Imperial Guard.
Heads turn, and hearts beat faster
As they trot past in perfect unison...
Battle horses...
Great, bronze chargers,
With necks thicker than we've ever seen...
How lovingly some artist crafted them,
So they come at us still,
Fresh and strong as they were cast.