Name: Megan Diekhoff
Description: purple

I submitted this poem to a contest a few months ago and was just recently informed that it has been chosen along with 5 others to be placed in an anthology. I will receive two copies of the anthology and my school will also receive two copies.  I am extremely excited for this because it is my first published piece.  Without further ado, here it is:

 Elephant Spoon

 

Trying to see nothing,

it seems,

causes the eyes to

choke

on the searing memory of

moonlight.

 

Lashes squeeze together

and teeth clench down hard to

shield

gasps of desperation

from venturing too far into a

dusty atmosphere.

 

Even the slightest of this

inhaled dust

is like grains of

abrasive sand

against teeth gnashing in

worry.

 

A tongue

already so thirsty before

finds no relief during a night where

spiritual inspiration

has nearly

evaporated.

 

Because trying to taste everything,

it seems,

causes the heart to grow

frustrated

and unwilling to accept the

pessimistic explanation for the way the world is.

 

Stubborn hands clench around a

small blue elephant-shaped spoon,

which shovels in sunlight

like it’s the last

marshmallow in a bowl of

Lucky Charms.