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ELEPHANT WOMAN
{ emo music inspired poem }
ELEPHANT WOMAN
She is Elephant Woman
you cannot hide from her
in houses of brick or glass or
lined velvet curtains
whether it sits on Signal Hill
or in Newlands bourgeois class
cannot run to mantra mats, rosaries
cheese savouries or even
Sulawesi forest caves
She is descended !
Close her off with broken fridges and freezers
rusty kitchen cupboards, topped with
stolen plants
to no avail ~ governed by demi-god
Ganesh in seventh heaven
her tusks fit stable, Heavenly strength you
fail to recognise or remember through
hostile skulls
She is bellowing !
viral arms too heavy to lift black
tourmalines from eyelids wrinkled
phone call appeals receive no open gates
even too late for over counter pills
to soothe life-death chills
Elephant woman’s wizened
eyes twinkle, trunk swivel sway !
hair thinning, course curly bangs
silver bangles, she watches with pergola
golden helmet glowing, mantle frills sighing
yogic poses adorned with bright pink roses
know you will if she is for real or a
stuffed toy rolling down an airplane aisle
in turbulent storm weather or if
she is cross stitches on a blue linen cloth
whilst you enjoy mushroom pie
Strange is Elephant Woman
Surely you can see her trunken smile
telling you of Alps crossed, meditation
climaxes on Himalayenne tops ?
She is trumpeting !
Her mud baths circle with joyful Love to live
one side of a story your only vision escaping
to ladder climbing dollies with rice pudding lollies
In Elephant Realm she sucks fear with trunk
showering bells hip-hoping, roly-poly belly, flap-flipper ears enfolding Hearts torn
with judgement spears
jiving, asking Ketu for relief
such heavenly bodies listen to
Elephant Woman for it is she
exhibiting exposing bleeding flesh
complexed mental
mirrors broken in untamed street
wars of famine, foe, folly
Elephant Woman raises forelegs high
to expose her womb ~ this is
Life ! Her baby’s head peeps
Flee flee from trunken nose
a noose her other side
bunking impossible with Arjuna jig-sawing
her thighs, too strong with courage
raucous laughter
her white chariots assembled for the kill
to win Hearts over minds
thrills to still
Strange this Elephant Woman who travels
across dimensions
on knees like in her circuses she tries to elicit
mouths wide with awe
then collapses on
her cushion in bore of human
fiddly grids so sore
drunken breasts will stick to sheets
both dead and alive
soles in leather shoes
treading tarred roads with silken ties
ego’s inevitably die like toads
surrender to the fold
Earth retching wrenching
as She turns her Wheels of Fortune
Come, Elephant Woman come
transmute emo rage to Devic sage
Souls spring high to heavenly Sky
Elephant-Woman’s tusks
and hooves launching pads to soothe
her trunk in savvy swing rocket to
Krsna Light to bring forgiveness
unraveling helixes releasing stiff joint pain
she eases
Her totem pole
badgers, wolves, bears and crows
delightful friends in human fight
yet rhythmic silence is her chief domain
a constant sameness of wake and sleep
for cyclical movement is what shapes spirals
whether stage jumps or cymbals clash with
guitar strings or drum beats
lipstick crimson peeps
Elephant Woman knows Death lives in Life
and Gold in Black
a stuffed toy or dimpled flesh
It’s all to dance some
More !
Copyright ©
Ghairo Daniels
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