I woke up this morning with the words of one of my poems going through my head. Why this one? I don’t know. Maybe I was dreaming about elephants, or maybe an elephant was dreaming about me. Who knows?

Anyway, since it’s Poetry Friday, I thought I’d share  the opening of the poem:

Elephant

Elephant is stomping;

He is stomping and he’s clomping

He is stomping, clomping, bomping

And he’s scaring the poor…

 

Lion.

Lion he is roaring

He is roaring and he’s pawing

He is roaring, pawing, jawing

And he’s scaring the poor…

 

Bear.

Bear he is growling

He is growling and he’s howling

He is growling, howling, yowling

And he’s scaring the poor…

Hmm. What is the  bear scaring? You can read the rest of the poem here, in the sample pages from my book Assembly.

If you haven’t guessed from these opening stanzas, Elephant is a circular story – one action provokes another, which  in turn creates another – but, in the end, we finish up back where we started.  My favourite circular story is also about elephants, and is called The King, the Mice and The Cheese. I have always been fascinated by these stories but Elephant is the only one I’ve managed to write to publishable standard.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it on this Poetry Friday and that you then head off to see the other Poetry Friday posts, hosted this week by My Juicy Little Universe.

Have a great Friday!