Amanda Meth is a junior and will be reading poetry at the event tomorrow night! Here’s a preview.
Elephant in the Ballroom
My grandfather was a member of the elephant army.
He used to recite war stories like they were symphonies he composed
in order to keep his past on the same page as his present.
Used to talk about the shores of Normandy like he was an elephant
lost at sea,
trying to survive the stampede of high tides
tugging at his leather skin,
begging him to join their black sea brigade.
Used to have satellite ears that would catch every whisper
born from the love our teeth made to our tongues.
Used to have a fire hose nose that could smell the sweat dripping off of ants
nervous from the chatter of crows that had killed themselves mid-flight on their
He had the same memory as an elephant finding her father in an Indian Ocean
graveyard guarded by dead doves that would let the wind move their white flag wings so that the soldier ghosts could rest in peace.
My grandfather was an elephant
with the wisdom of an owl clock,
using both hands to guide the minutes like they were blind,
ballroom dancing with time in his final hours,
singing the songs he wrote to keep his present on the same page as his past.
The Creative Writer Showcase is tomorrow night!