
ILA Magazine
Where Culture Meets Creativity
 
Poetic Musings of Michael Hislop
WHY DO THE ELEPHANTS DANCE 
 
 Why do the elephants dance 
 Carefree and Wild 
 Under the wide expanses 
 Endless miles 
 And countless stars 
 
 Why do the elephants dance 
 Trumpeting their Praise 
 Swaying in the rain 
 Amen, The Creator 
 
 Why do the elephants dance 
 Wearing long years 
 Counting the seasons 
 Knowing the forests and the plains 
 Growing memories 
 
 Why do the elephants dance 
 Playing in delight 
 Having a bath 
 Water sprays streaming 
 Having fun 
 
 Why do the elephants dance 
 Trunks reaching 
 Trumpeting sounds 
 Booming echoes 
 Natures Song 
 
 Why do the elephants dance 
 Flapping ears, grazing trees 
 Imperious, statuesque Imperial 
 Goring tusks 
 A wriggling baby 
 
 Why do the elephants dance 
 Alive and Grateful 
 Bonding for Life 
 Loving and Mourning too 
 Appreciating the Essentials 
 
 Why do the Elephants dance 
 Well you see 
 They were Made to 
 And would you forbid 
 The Elephants to Dance 
 
 © MICHAEL HISLOP 
 
 THE PHOENIX 
 
 I awaken...raw 
 Scattering shells 
 Disturbing pasts 
 Ash clouds sparking 
 His Spirit still hovers above 
 Cooing...whisperingly 
 
 Fledging wings I spread 
 Man torso aches 
 Under lion's head 
 Talons flex as I call out 
 In echoes, I roar 
 
 Inside flames fire 
 Constrained, I strain 
 Heat, Hot 
 Light, Bright 
 Dying my garments golden 
 And carving my mouth 
 A blazing fountain 
 
 Youth becomes Me 
 Signs of heritage 
 Cultures surround 
 Priests and Priestesses attend 
 The Dead teaching Me 
 
 Outside nestled around 
 Fragments of History 
 The inexorable passage of Man 
 Intent on nothing 
 Producing studied ignorance 
 Fortresses, Temples, Schools 
 In succession...Here then Gone 
 
 Sounds swarm too 
 Overwhelming Me 
 Pain and Death define a Human 
 Cries and screams 
 Lies and claims 
 Signposts of civility 
 Behold the Brotherhood of Man 
 
 All this I saw 
 All this I learnt 
 All of it, I felt 
 Consuming it, My Nourishment 
 I, society's child 
 The essence of You 
 Becoming Me 
 
 So I bide 
 Knowing the day will come 
 To end forever this charade 
 To gift the flaming fires 
 New Life through Rebirth 
 
 © MICHAEL HISLOP 
 Writer and Executive Editor of Kavya Kishor Born in India, and widely travelled throughout North America, Europe, Asia and Australia,  Michael is now based in Newcastle, Australia. He is well-versed in Our World's societies and cultures, and their beautiful diversity. He has an abiding love for Humanity and Our History and traditions and stories. University educated too, he holds Degrees in Politics, International Relations, and African Decolonization, as well as holding a Doctor of Law. 
 
 Currently 45 years of age, Michael devotes his time to his love of writing, literature, plays, science, and poetry. His current writing interests include: Humanity and History, Humanism and Sovereignty, Metaphysics and The Soul, Religion and Divinity Consciousness and Reality, plus many others...He is also the founder of 'The MetaPhysical School' and is the Author of their Manifesto - "We Are The MetaPhysicals.' 
 
 You can read and learn more about this fascinating poet on his Website: MICHAEL HISLOP Writer and Poet
