For the dVerse prompt MTB: Palinode this is a retraction of my earlier Sonnet for my pig, which was one of my first blog posts. Since I wrote that she has eaten hundreds of dollars of bulbs, two chickens, three doormats…. She has also stolen clothes and sheets from the line to build a nest, and bitten me unexpectedly.
My piggy’s eyes are little and evil,
But it’s the use of her snout that does tell,
That she’s the most wickedest of devils,
That has ever risen to Earth from Hell.
She snuffles and wuffles through the garden,
Leaving holes where once were lovely flowers.
I see the mess and feel my heart harden,
But the foolish pig ignores my glowers.
And standing now below the washing line,
As I hang the clothes, my piggy has come,
All quietly sneaking up from behind
and that monster pig has bitten my bum!
Oh piggy, to love you, I really tried,
But you’ll be your best as bacon crisp-fried.
I wanted to write a pantoum yesterday for the dVerse prompt “coming full circle“, but between work and kids I just didn’t have the head space for something that long or structured. But with a whole have-to-free day I’ve indulged myself this morning with a second coffee and some writing time. Here is this morning’s attempt, inspired by Laverton’s 0600 reveille:
The old cock crows.
Stretching his neck up
to start the new day,
he calls the sun to the sky. Continue reading
song fills the air, Continue reading
with piggy’s hair? Continue reading
There’s a pig at the door Continue reading
Sort of in response to Stephen and his cats:
Coffee is brewed,
animals fed, Continue reading
and earth coloured
a slow-moving rounded hummock,
rumbling like a tremor,
as she furrows the ground,
golem-like in obedience
to her internal code. Continue reading
peace is shattered,
ears are battered Continue reading
My naughty pig
with muddy snout, Continue reading
A more cheerful, but also biographical, pig poem:
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig,
but where, oh where, is my naughty pig? Continue reading