Trolling The Grounds
you ask your mind what you saw
wrapped and wisped
our skin like clay
fingers grubbing for ground
but caking off, crumbling
confused for dirt
in debris, in destruction
as our forests fall down
flaking up as fields
imploding on themselves
so went our identity; the name
troll; gnome; faerie
melded with inertia
kinetic interpretations kick
us into elemental slavedom
a pine needle drops
I've shifted forms
you see my thick lock
frayed and bulbous
like a mohawk in natural form
swaying swiftly on the wind currents
in your peripheral
but the green sparkling leaves
dart dull strokes like a drug
drifting through the air
with magick when you turn
"turn into a magician's spell"
shout the winds
every whisper molds
my race into another mass
folding, crumpling
cradling creations
with our bodies
your keys, your jewels
your cookie crumbs
spin into my tornado grasp
keeping me connected
in the shaded overgrowths
seldom visited by your kind
pulled into the ground
when nature's demands
sigh ''be whole''
we project our dispersing despair
at your dwindling minds
scattering in the remains
of the treasures you think you've lost
we bury them in our troves
and troll your mental crevices
for burrowing spots
and defenses we secretly borrow
hidden from the hurling trolls of nature's grip.
by Siri Mera Kaur