Elephant, or: Future

  • Ya (Arabic: ูŠุง), O; hey; you; vocative particle preceding a noun used in direct address
  • Elephant (English): a mammal and the largest existing land animal, very conspicuous
I.

Ya-elephant, wherefore this room?
A poem, then, or-- p'raps too soon?
No job in sight; the crush of debt;
Ya-elephant doth sit and fret,

      And yet...

      Ya-elephant, wherefore such pain?
      It's doubt that's in her way again
      Ya-elephant cannot forget
      Mistakes of old; in those she's set

And yet...

Ya-elephant, wherefore worry?
Such soul; such heart; why can't she see?
Now looms that leering silhouette-
He calls- but she must not abet...

      And yet...

      Anxiety, a stubborn beau-
      He's one Ya-elephant well knows-
      He beckons dance their old duet;
      Join me- we'll earn the prized rosette...

II.

She's dancing, twirling 'round the room
      Alone but for her grinning groom
Squinting through heavy rising brume
      High ballroom walls like fated tomb
Her happiness- was she predoomed?
      She twirls- She gasps- You dared presume!
Lets loose long locks- It... It... was you!
      A silver flash by moon illumed-
A hack- a heave- dark dribbling grume-
      For whom this tomb? Indeed- 

            for whom?

d’Verse Open Link Night #323

I’m sharing this poem for OLN #323; it’s one that I wrote back in June ’20, very shortly after launching The Skeptic’s Kaddish and getting into poetry writing.

A friend of mine named Yael had lost her job due to major anxiety issues, and she was on my mind a great deal those days… This poem was inspired by and written for her. The ending is deliberately ambiguous, just as I felt it actually was in her situation.


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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)

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27 thoughts on “Elephant, or: Future”

  1. All this worry
    Always all this anxiety

    Life is just hardly happy ‘ go’ lucky
    Large in memory
    So true, the elephant never forgets
    She frets and banks anxiety.

    But i must confess I don’t comprehend the end.

  2. This had a mythical essence, like unto a fable, a tale larger than the characters โ€” I felt drawn in David, I believe to a battle of emotion โ€” I know not how to hold an outcome โ€” but I hope it is vzluant!

  3. Wonderful structuring and story. Tragic outcomes unfortunately confirm anxieties sometimes. Not sure if my reading is spot on, but I feel for her.

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