07-10-2012, 07:18 PM
(07-09-2012, 09:15 AM)Philatone Wrote: [hide]
V. 3
What Elephants Remember
Behind the maps to water holes,
one matron keeps locked in drawers I'm not so sure about the drawers.
photographs of her mother's
bone and silent ivory. I really like this line.
To a calf, those tusks had hung
overhead like strokes of thunder
chiseled from a cloud of grey, All of this stanza is brilliant, I love the imagery!
stiffened into marble headstones
at the grave. The softened blades
fed her mother when the fields Very touching, still great imagery.
dried, and soothed her jaws when passing
teeth too old to grow again;
held her head when death refused.
Queens cannot give back a crown,
just a name to those buried
in Uganda grass, not knowing
how it hurts to forget. I like the ending line, but I don't like the starting one. I don't think it is as relevant.

