if a heart broke once forever would it
not be a dead thing?
yea, a heart is a lively creature, filled
with quiet musings,
subtle thrummings,
murmurous hummings.
aye, she is rapturous and verdant,
swindling common sense
with fictive branches
white with blossoms.
yet, she is the taproot of things,
descending through
the earth warm
with worms, and moist.
nay, she does not die.
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Elizabeth Pinborough graduated from Yale Divinity School with a Master of Arts degree in religion and literature. She desires to resurrect women’s voices from the past, and through her writing she seeks to create a space for feminist historical and theological exploration. Her poetic journeys include “A Shaker Sister’s Hymnal,” which first appeared in Dialogue and which now appears in Fire in the Pasture: Twenty-first Century Mormon Poets. Most recently she collected a series of essays and photographs titled Habits of Being: Mormon Women’s Material Culture, which is being published by Exponent II in spring 2012. Her credo is, “Snails are people, too.”
Wilderness Interface Zone 
My inner ear detects a minstrel quality quietly strumming these lines.
“swindling common sense” is a great trio of words. Love the rhythm, the alliteration, the way the poetic gravity of these three words pulls the rest of the stanza together. But there’s an overall music that sticks with me every time I read this poem.
The artwork likewise is memorable. I love the fictive branches white with really BIG blossoms. Strangely, I feel the connection between those overbearing flowers and that heart. I wonder: What did it feel like to compose the art?
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