.The Elephant
Stumped at my English homework. We'd read Edward Lear and homework says write an absurd poem. I can't. I cry, in front of Mam, who writes one for me, almost instantly, and titles it: "The Elephant With A Propeller For A Nose" "The elephant died and from his grave Where would be a stone a propeller rose." is all I can recall. Now good friends buy us this elephant and her calf. I see dark wooden sculptures of lions, giraffes and elephants stare down at me from mahogany sideboards below Clwydian hills in Grandad's home. Only later does Dad tell me he was a merchant mariner for his National Service. In my memory home I place the elephant and calf on a coffee table. Paul Brookes Paul Brookes was shop assistant, security guard, postman, admin. Assistant, performer in poetry group "Rats for Love" and is included in their "Rats for Love: The Book" Bristol Broadsides, 1989. His first chapbook was "The Fabulous Invention Of Barnsley" by Dearne Community Arts, 1993. He has read his work on BBC Radio Bristol and had a creative writing workshop for sixth formers broadcast on BBC Radio Five Live.
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