Musth, or: A must

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.


Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

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