Ben Magro: ‘The Hen Mallard’ and ‘Ruby’
Ben Magro and one of his photographs.
Ben Magro and one of his photographs.
The Hen Mallard
she looks alone
for a long time now
a sentinel of the lake
some unknown
i said to my son
the drake is gone
she never had chicks this year
maybe something wrong with the lake
she sits there on the bank so long
he said
no dad look close
she swims now
has dots on her back
he paints them so he knows
when something is different
when the universe has tilted
I got the binoculars
and counted eight chicks scurrying around her
she is noble
a veteran first grade teacher
never laughs at their antics
tumbling and climbing over and around her
her neck long and straight
there by water's edge
she looks right and left and right
has eyes in back of her head
a dragonfly sails by
she takes no notice
frog jumps breeze blows
she waits on the bank
shows them feed and swimming skills
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until they take the long walk from
their birth nest
down through the woods
to the mill pond
where they get flight training and leave her
Ruby
she as five by five
not intended
just quietly
amazing
woman
came into a shattered world
walked beggars down the street
found them a meal
and their mothers
who wanted them not
was familiar with melted steel
and hurricanes
like me became calm
when bones were broken and blood flowed
911 revoking
then checked her own compassion
laughed and threw it off
for the good of everyone else
a Sufi shaman wonder woman non pareil
capers in the ice box.
I bow to that
Benjamin Magro is a working Maine photographer/writer. Born in Ohio in 1952, he moved to Maine in the early 1970s and began working as a photographer at a weekly newspaper, The Camden Herald.
Since that time he has worked for many clients and publications while operating a studio, first in Camden and later in Belfast. His photographs have been published in state and national publications, including The Chicago Tribune, The Christian Science Monitor, The New York Times Sunday supplement, Horticulture, Yankee, National Geographic Traveler and Down East magazine. In addition to editorial assignments, Ben produces commercial photographs for clients throughout Maine and New England.
He currently lives in Appleton and is working on various editorial and commercial assignments.
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