It begins to swell, the hollow brassy knell a ponderous tune in the forest gloom. An elephant bull strives in limited room: first his shoulder lifts, and the bell rumbles; then his body shifts and the bell tumbles around his neck, an extra burden, a distraction the bull can never quell. Kim M. Russell, 11th April 2022
Another Monday and another poem. For Day 11 our challenge is to write a poem about a very large thing. It could be a mountain or a blue whale or a skyscraper or a planet… I love elephants and dug up an old poem to work on today.