PIG FACE

By catherine poarch

Sat, 02 Nov 2013
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My name is Pig Face, said the pig.

I'm from a long and noble line.

My name is Pig Face Trufflethwaite

and I am noble and divine.

 

You ask me how I got these eyes?

From crying long and crying hard,

my face pressed up against the glass

of places where I had been barred.

 

You ask me when I grew this skin,

that's rough and coarse beyond compare?

I grew it when I felt the blows

as others drove me to despair.

 

You ask me why I got this snout,

so coveted by people who

sniff at me through those feeble bumps?

I got it just to laugh at you.

 

But if I did not have these things

I would be slim and soft and small.

I would have huge and limpid eyes.

I would not be a pig at all.

 

I would not have these pig-shaped thoughts.

I would have had a different fate.

But then I would not know the strength

Of being Pig Face Trufflethwaite.

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Comments

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Thank you! I really appreciate you logging back in and leaving a lovely comment. Have a relaxing weekend. Catherine

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

This really appealed to me, Catherine. Working on a pig themed piece at the moment - finding your poem has given me a different slant on an animal I was wrongly scape goating. Thank you for being a most intriguing muse. 

'of places where I had been barred' This line felt rhythm-rushed for me. You're not using omissions or I'd suggest changing 'where I had' to 'I'd'. But that would alter all your other 'would' lines. Nothing major, it just poked out at me.

The poem is sad, but his witty name and pig shaped space softens it so. That darned pig has guts. Much enjoyed.

 

 

Submitted by Bee on

This has a very touching voice that speaks for pigs everywhere. As bear has said, thought provoking with a gentle humour thrown in.

Enjoyed,

Bee

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Thank you both, Vera and Bee. I really enjoyed your comments. You could be right about the rhythm at that point, Vera. I found out a little while ago that I tend to write without omissions too much for some wierd reason. I'm changing that. But I think unconsciously I did it here because of the dignity of the pig. Bit of a Dame. Which reminds me -  I thought she was a girl but I didn't actually say so, did I! 

 

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

This is original, and very good storytelling          Elsie

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Thank you Elsie. Really appreciate that.

 

Submitted by scratch on

I like it very much.

 

Submitted by Linda Wigzell Cress on

This started off making me smile; then lead on into sadness and wistfulness.  A thought-provoking poem.

Linda

Submitted by Art of the Diver on

I think this piece takes the bacon and is so well delivered that I'm sure I will always remember it each time I see the 'sadness' within a pig's eyes... thank you for this wonderful perspective... take care

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Thank you, Scratch, Linda and Art of the Diver! Really appreciate the comments. I am covering the pigs ears at the mention of bacon!smiley