An Ever-Changing Beast

A poem from Carol Forrester and another unique take on the prompt. Enjoy!

Writing and Works

‘We should really address the elephant in the room.’

Those were the words you tossed out over coffee,

like spare change or old candy wrappers,

bits of pieces you were bored with carrying around

and deposited on my living room table

between the books and the plant pots.

There didn’t seem to be much point explaining,

your elephant wasn’t in this room,

or hadn’t been until you kicked up dust clouds

into a grey silhouettes.

I kept my silence on the matter,

much like you had kept yours until now,

too cautious about the fall out,

about how you might have to hold me together

when all the pieces broke apart

and ran for the corners in the skirting,

white mice abandoning ship

at the first sign of storms.

I let you think you were the only one

holding out a hand,

while you explained why I was sad


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8 thoughts on “An Ever-Changing Beast

  1. Well done, Carol! Thanks for sharing, Diana!

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  2. Surprised and intrigued by Carol’s story… Well done!

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  3. Oh, I really love this one.

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