ELLIE ELLIAS

sound, three ways

            We could have been taught to listen - Joy Harjo 

I.
what never unearths
what only unearths
a hand inside the guitar looking for the sound


II.
voices shed their colours
my mother thinks she lost them


III. 
you, who travel my seas whispering
you, who travel my seas screaming 
this is what I know about sound:
the throat is a shelter, a shell 
a lonely instrument until you break it. 

 

Ellie Ellias writes and creates from the woods in Quebec. Ellie’s fiction has been shortlisted for the Prism International Short Fiction Competition and longlisted for the Peter Hinchcliffe Short Fiction Award from The New Quarterly. Her poetry has been published or is forthcoming in wildscape., Assignment, Paper Cranes, and others.