Oh, but the poems are still coming in! I’m enjoying them!
Here’s a beauty from Meg Cox, about That Pig, and the passage of time.
Half and Half Pig
When I first saw a photo of him
the piglet half Old Spot
and half Tamworth,
divided, one end of each,
cradled in a man’s arms,
he was a star already,
had attracted visitors,
been oohed over, gone viral.
When I saw him for real he was older
and he didn’t look quite so special,
blending with his siblings,
no longer the celebrity rock pig.
When I last asked after him
I was answered with a farmer’s shrug.
and this one:
Agricultural machinery draws my focus,
the craftsmanship of shape.
The pumpkin, orange cart
with scalloped undercarriage
and devilled forked hinges.
A slight bow on the upper ridge,
Paintwork framed in thick, black lines.
I think not of the work of this cart
Horse drawn and hard,
only of the shape and colour.