Veer, Mere


there’s a milky white
elephant in the room,
and we’re all too blind
(too tired, too bored)
to see it. Your heart
tells you it’s a sham,
a scam, a giant hat,
a pot of nothing. Your
hands tell you it’s a
rope. Your gut, well
it’s a little too busy
lapping up all that
milk. All that lowly
yessum, yessir non
-sense. All that
bonneted b.s.

-be it’s a sad sad tale
of woe. A shallow pot
of water. An unhearing
ear. A wrinkled wish.
A wall. A pillar of
salt. A bushel, a basket.
A tree. A brush
with greatness. A
pipeline to nowhere.

A trunk full of


Miz Q has us pondering an old tale, and an old painting. Come play.


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4 Responses to Veer, Mere

  1. erbiage says:

    I like the nose on this one

  2. Iris says:

    I very much like the idea that my white heart is the elephant in the room, but also that it might be shaped like an elephant. Also that it is so easily traded around at whim (like a white elephant gift). Also that my elephant shaped heart could lift its trunk and spew blood on everyone at any moment.

    In the title, I see “Guinevere, come here.”

  3. julespaige says:

    That elephant in the room reminds me that when I looked into the info on the panting that the map is missing. In many of the artists works there is a map…you can almost make out where it was…in this painting, he painted over it. So while it is there…it isn’t. And that elephants are supposed to have excellent memories…

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