The Ivory Tower: a prose poem

The Ivory Tower

A lone elephant is following a ghost herds trail across her native lands looking for her family.
Elephant | Ceramic Sculpture by Lesley Scoble

The tears flowed down along the deep lines of her face. Causing chasmic rivers in searching streams. She remembered others of her race. She’s travelled far, following a ghost herd looking for them. Only to discover this white mountain of tusks in the moon shadow of Kilimanjaro. Noble tusks jumbled together like a game of matchsticks. Would taking one cause them all to fall and tumble down? No. They clung together in a hard, last, fast embrace—reminding remnants of the face and the face and the face and the face… the place where they belonged. Clasping tethered tight, curving, hooked in a giant hugging heap. Stacked. Packed high and deep. An ivory tower. A pyre. Where evil men bid and bought and hid the bones of her elephantine family. This was not what she sought. She bellows a loud trumpeting call. A beseeching blare in the darkest hour before the dawn. Carrying beyond expansive lands. Echoes exploring sound rebound around her native grounds. Only silence answers. A waking sun rouses towards the East. The great beast turns, distraught at the unnatural pile, and looks ahead. Across the yawning Savannah. The distance beckons. She sees a tiny tree, a speck at miles hence. Perhaps? In its shade, another great herd might be? Another family? Another ghost herd? Are they all dead? Am I the last? Her heavy footsteps mark a lonely path as she treads towards the far off tree. Somewhere in man’s town, music escapes through an open window. Someone is playing an old piano. Lithe fingers making musical rippling arpeggios upon her ancestors.

THE IVORY TOWER is written in participation with the W3 Poetry Prompt. My thanks to David Ben Alexander, and to Brittan Benson for her Prose Poetry Prompt of Love; or Elephants

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