I feel the tears,
although there is only a trace now.
Just like the baby elephant,
alone in the zoo,
abandoned with only a memory
of the mother it will never forget.
And what about the mother’s tears?
The tears of the herd?
It is not absurd
that my maternal instinct rears
at the distance forced between an infant
and its family –
it could have been you and me.
Kim M. Russell, 13th April 2021
Image by Javier Márquez on Unsplash
My poem for dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: The Print the Whales Make, also linked to earthweal open link weekend
I’m hosting at the dVerse Poets Pub this Tuesday with a prompt inspired by Marjorie Saiser’s poem ‘The Print the Whales Make’, a very personal poem, written in the first person, a love poem, but also the capturing of a moment on a boat, and the whale itself, an endangered species, a mystery of the sea. What I love about this poem is the way the poet links the ring a whale’s diving draws with a human relationship, physical and spiritual; unlike the extended metaphor in Rumi’s poem in my last Poetics prompt, this is about something we have in common, a trace that always remains.
The challenge is to write a poem in the first person that compares some trait of ours with something animal.