It's the elephant in the room, he'd said,
and so it has proved. The way clothes both define
and hide a form, there is this vague, suggestive,
fungus of a shape, an elephant you saw once in a cloud
and see now at the north end of The Green State Room.
A shroud, a billowing skin,
anchored in places, somehow tracing
the contours within -
as if the decorators are expected by and by.
The ghost of an elephant out on its haunts.
Unwinding the cover
to show off the skeletal sculpture beneath -
basalt, I'm thinking - life-sized
and studded with jewels. The Indian version displayed.
Then without more ado. To the tune of:
we never discuss this, of course...
the subject's taboo!
He's winding the shroud round and round,
like the covers had slipped for a moment, that's all
and now it is back in its cloud.
Two years and a fortune in jewels? I ask,
then hidden away in.... Exactly! he says
Irresistible subject, the talk of the town.
Outside of here, it's all go.
But the funding... I try a new tack. Working that trick...
He cuts in with that grin: seduction, he says.
Her ladyship courted and... well, not just the once.
She likes to be done on the bounce.
So she kept me in all my desires for two years
and provided the diamonds and pearls.
Is there nothing, I ask, you'll not do for art?
See here, he replies, it's art doing something for me.
What we have, she and I, is a mammoth to share -
my best installation to date. We are, you might say,
the elephant most in the room.
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That is SO clever - and a treat to read...
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf gone to a decorating store! Very clever. K.
"See here, he replies, it's art doing something for me"
This is beyond perfect!
Trellissom says it all - very clever.
ha, nice reference K...can def see it...we are the elephant most in the room indeed....
Such a shame we cannot unveil the elephant. Though I suspect that the jewels would also conceal its nature.
Amazingly clever piece!
Absolutely brilliant - and so amusing.
Do you think the elephant will ever be unveiled?
Very enjoyable especially "An elephant you saw once in a cloud" priceless :-).
Clever, clever, and fun to read!
Loved it; loved the acute observation that it reflects. As Trellissimo says, treat to read. Well done!
Thank you so much for saying.
I'm still wondering... who is? Thanks.
And as a comment, so is this. Thanks so much.
Many thanks for leaving a comment. Much appreciated.
Absolutely! Good to have you saying so.
The Elephant's Child
The physical elephant and the jewels are the concept. Only the veils are for real.
Thank you so much.
Nope. The elephant is nothing more than the armature supporting the veils. The elephant is in the mind, is the concept. The shrouds are what it's about.
Thanks. Appreciate this.
Thanks. Good to hear that you enjoyed it.
Thank you very much. So good to get your views.
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