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.
writing in north norfolk 
I can sense the elephant’s constricted quarters through your words. The sadness of his captivity echoes through the lines.
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Thank you. Elephants are sad-looking creatures. I love them.
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So evocative. Love this, Kim 💕🙂
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Thank you, Harmony!
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Like cowbells but not. Cows are domesticated and the bell is an honor. This reminded me of the mice and the cat story.
I too like the Elephants, I feel badly for those whose lives are lost for their tusks. Have you read the book, “Water for elephants?”
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Pitiful way to treat a living being.
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