Poem prompted by a personal experience, and wider world events…
Elephant in the Room
We sit around talking – life , politics,
media. One quiet, one brash, another
charismatic. Voices rise, he says
“The earth is flat”, mmmm…”the earth is flat!”
Just silence. The elephant grows and grows
blocking the space, it sucks oxygen from
the room. I’m squashed, can’t breath, invisible
and hot with rage and shame. Of course we all
know the earth is round, the rest of us in
the room. We all collude, how come? Our fear
of ridicule or being the lone voice?
I must breathe deeply, speak my own truth, open
the doors, let the elephant slink away.