The Poetry of Ellin Anderson


By Ellin Anderson

I scurry where there is no sand,
I scuttle where there is no sea:
A crab ascended to the land,
Where mighty monsters prey on me.
Without a loom, without a hand,
I weave a net that stretches fear
To string an egg shaped like a tear
In darkness, where such pearls must stand
For beauty, hope, and industry.

Bold sailors lure, with trap and bait,
Those left behind, thus to delight
Gourmands who troll from cup and plate
A dainty treasure in each bite.
Itís not the harvest, but the hate
That makes me wonder, was I right,
Mechanical of limbs and gait,
In leaving waters Cambrian
To joust with nearly legless Man?

I catch the bright October dew
And hang its diamonds out to dry
With things less pretty, so that you
May see yourself, conceited fly.
The paints that Nature may apply ó
White, black, and scarlet, sulphur hue ó
Tell not to touch; but should I sleep,
Iíll dream of beaches and the sky,
The weight and silence of the deep.

© 2010 by Ellin Anderson. All rights reserved.
No part of this work may be copied or used in any way
without written permission from the author.

St. Patrick's Day
The Bride of Corinth

Tiger and Blue Jewel

Winter's Hill
Maple-Key Song
November in Camelot

Old Glory
Wassail Song
The Rooster at Midsummer
Liberty Enlightens the People

The Leap
The Goldfinch
Three Bears
Song of the Lily
White Tree at Twilight
The Christmas Tree

Grand Bois du Nord
The Owl
Moth Summer
The Little God of Joy
Photographing the Moon
A Rabbit
Rose, Do You Know
The Two Pining Bachelors

The Harvest Chorus
The Maple Mask
Ghost Cardinal

The Little Heath-Rose
The Sorcerer's Apprentice
Song for the Harp

The Spinner
The Prayer of Cephalus
Circe and Ulysses
The Black Arts
Tristan and Isolde & Jupiter's Two Casks

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