A prose poem
Aggressive like an elephant bull in musth, it’s invincible. My ears tremble, athunder. Heart in heat, receptive, reddened; the bull swollen, leaking, irresistible. Love’s low, pulsating rumble signals one singular purpose; sickly-sweet odor overwhelming; ears flapping in agitation; ichor flowing from his temples. My sanctum’s four innermost chambers open, pulsing; nagada apounding.
I’m drunk on love again.
W3 poetry prompt
This ‘prose poem’ was written in response to Britta Benson’s W3 poetry prompt, in which she encourages us to write prose poems on the theme of love and/or the theme of elephants.
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20 thoughts on “Musth, or: A must”
Beautifully written, David ✨💟💫
💙🙏🏻 Navin 🙏🏻💙
🤍🙏🏻 Molly 🙏🏻🤍
Definitely, a must! 😊❤
🤎🙏🏻 Filipa 🙏🏻🤎
Comparing your feelings and natural urges to the Wisdom and Savant of the Savannah
Must be drunk on love again.
💖🙏🏻 Abi 🙏🏻💖
Oh wow, David! Very clever writing. It can be read either way. ❤️
💝🙏🏻 Punam 🙏🏻💝
Definitely the must! ❤
💘🙏🏻 Filipa 🙏🏻💘
awww love this David.. You did the sweet elephant justice. excellent write! 👩❤️💋👨
💞🙏🏻 Cindy 🙏🏻💞
This one was rich in vocabulary and in imagery and symbolism… Drunk on love you state but the musth seems more a state of hate!
💚🙏🏻 Muri 🙏🏻💚
Beautifully written David
❤️🙏🏻 Sadje 🙏🏻❤️