 The Elephant in the Room
Inspired by 'Countdown' by Alan Weisman We welcomed it in as an infant: It seemed very cute way back when. But now it’s a grey brutish giant, It’s a bit late to think: Think again. Its bulk has spilled out to each corner And it’s damaged each table and chair. The whole room feels stiflingly warmer Like it’s breathing the last of the air. And after it’s cleaned out the larder, And its trunk has drunk everything dry, And it’s left us neck-deep in its ordure Still then we won’t ask ourselves why. Only when walls all start falling, The whole house rocks on its foundation, And even the elephant’s bawling... Then we’ll discuss population.
3 Comments
2/7/2017 04:54:58 pm
I love your poem! I have shared it on my Facebook page that has almost 7,000 followers and have included the link back to your website. Please let me know if this is not okay. Your words are beautiful!
Chelsey Donohue
2/7/2017 04:57:05 pm
The address to the Facebook page I published it on is Facebook.com/childfreeisnotadirtyword. You can see comments on there. Again if you don't like me sharing it please let me know; I just thought it was perfect! 2/7/2017 05:05:36 pm
Many thanks, Chelsey. That's very kind of you. I'm delighted that you liked the poem and that you wanted to share it. Watch this space for more thoughts on the topic... Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
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