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elephant girl and her love
by Kathleen Wilsonhe is the full moon for me
I jump off the rat
dance like an elephant
with my hope chest
jewel-eyes and belly
he is the 3/4 moon for me
I am a pen a spoon
broken off
that fills us
both in
he is the half-moon for me
I hold him over me
arch of protection
I tickle with my ganesha arms
he spends his time smiling
he is the boat of the moon for me
I climb into him
peel slivers of light
drop old bones
into the dark
then we disappear
haul in the anchor
of night float free
my bowl of sweets
on the back of the moon
07/01/2009 Author's Note: Poets on Site on Ganesha
Posted on 07/01/2009
Copyright © 2025 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 07/02/09 at 01:55 PM A lovely moon meandering! |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 07/03/09 at 03:43 AM I loved this read from bottom to top as much as from top to bottom. Your style always makes me wonder if LSD was ever a part of your teenage "trips"! Seriously, you are unique in that you write poems which may be read over and over, the reader garners something new each time. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/06/09 at 02:25 AM The exploration of the facets-cycles-phases of relationship glows into my night, making me think I should haul in the anchor and float free into the full moon night - even if she is but a waxing crescent and I a waning one. Lovely poem. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/06/09 at 05:39 AM Lovely. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/07/09 at 05:52 AM I love Ganesha arms. This is lovely! |
| Posted by JD Clay on 07/08/09 at 10:40 PM You've taken the moon to new heights, Kathabela. I especially like the metaphoric comparison you've drawn between your love and the ominous orb. Each phase plied into an unsuspecting adventure befitting a beat poets dream. I don't know who writes your scripts, honey, but I want the doctor's name. |
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