Tricia Elliott

Question Ask another question said the humpback as it slapped in shining skin and rolled a fin-swell  out of sea which foamed in sprayed answer to a rush-breaking breach, each a search  for the lift of a body which said…

Grass Seeds Storm tossed, the stout  stems bent their heavy heads to the  ground where they waited as if they had known the sky  would  fall  and tell again the old story in the steep slopes of each  body rising.…

  Dare   If you wish to see us said the mushroom  dare to look  deeper   go past the cheeky caps sent tumbling through the forest like a cart of ripe apples overturned in the green   where they…

Disclosures The lynx arrives like a secretslipping beneath forest skin and willow marrow lending whiskers to rock coverand tufting hill tussocks until it poses in the meadowlike royalty like a champion of the mossesas if to say This is more…

  Haunted   Ever since the bear passed like ink   over the steep and ordinary slope of afternoon   your eyes have haunted its sedgy path   searching this new emptiness for the grassy blades that claim us, each…

  after Wild Geese*   The reason  you don’t have to be good   is that none of us is meant  to walk on our knees  ever   or to be denied  the rain that brushes in feathers on our…

  Map   You aren’t listening said the tree   the map isn’t found in a numbering of needles, in sorting by hue  or desire or in measuring  our height, and girth —   life isn’t  a matter of scale.…

  Skin Song   A gust rattles the leafless branches  and buzzes each curl of bark drawing you in    puzzled  by the noise   that now rustles and flaps in your papery quiet   as discord that won’t be…

Ordinary It was by chance I saw it:yesterday’s ordinary mud-puddle rock trapped by the in-breath of a star-wheeled skyand the wintry Fae of water. They tinkled now in laughterfrom behind the warm-fingered morning and tapped at my trappings as if…