Taujna Thomson
t.m. thomson’s work has been featured in several journals, most recently in The Briar Cliff Review, and three of her poems have been nominated for Pushcart Awards. She has co-authored Frame and Mount the Sky (2017) and is the author of Strum and Lull (2019) and The Profusion (2019). Her full-length collection, Plunge, has just been published and is available through UnCollected Press.
Tidal
Where land embraces water
beavers busy themselves weaving branch & grass sealing holes with stones cleaning out kits’ decayed bedding of sedge & fern & rushspreading mud with hands webbed like bat wings & a tail like orca’s tongue
cypress roots reach bottle water slow it as a mother cradles her quicksilverchild cautions him against too muchtoo soon crone finger roots furnish a nursery for wriggling salmon & trout with bellies of sunrise
girl stands as still as a humid afternoon while swamp stretches out in a peal of cloud-drenched surface sharp cattail army purple-eyed waterlilysandhill crane on undulating bank—cladin a grey shift & crimson cap his takeoff leggy & trill-
glutted stays with girl well intoold age her mind brimmingrolling gushing synapses floodedsinuous laced with dams of stick & moss& fish flashing silver rising with those wings
to settle on hushed waters & sail slowly slowly on lily pads linked like planets & sun stars & moontidal cosmos
beavers busy themselves weaving branch & grass sealing holes with stones cleaning out kits’ decayed bedding of sedge & fern & rushspreading mud with hands webbed like bat wings & a tail like orca’s tongue
cypress roots reach bottle water slow it as a mother cradles her quicksilverchild cautions him against too muchtoo soon crone finger roots furnish a nursery for wriggling salmon & trout with bellies of sunrise
girl stands as still as a humid afternoon while swamp stretches out in a peal of cloud-drenched surface sharp cattail army purple-eyed waterlilysandhill crane on undulating bank—cladin a grey shift & crimson cap his takeoff leggy & trill-
glutted stays with girl well intoold age her mind brimmingrolling gushing synapses floodedsinuous laced with dams of stick & moss& fish flashing silver rising with those wings
to settle on hushed waters & sail slowly slowly on lily pads linked like planets & sun stars & moontidal cosmos