The Elephant

Selected Poetry

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Suzannah Evans

Wolf

Black wolf

howl softly

mournfully

stand at the edge of the world

and sob

with a green and broken voice

Lost in Translation

Like a prayer

the lyricisms form

on her lips

and fall

upon the air

like sweet kisses

Concerto

a silent

silent

singular red;

a movement, thrill

of violent brilliant

sound –

crescendo –

movement across limbs

and touch of soul upon piano.

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