Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Jone Rush MacCulloch for Roundup.
We've been in the north Georgia mountains this week exploring the little railroad town of Blue Ridge. Actually, mostly, we've been walking and talking and sleeping and eating! (We needed a break!)
Of course I took a little time out to write the next installment of ArtSpeak: Animals. This week Picasso has a pig for us!
Friends, I wrote a DARK poem.
But it does a lot of the things I hope a poem will do, so I am sharing it first... and THEN, because I don't want to leave anyone in a dark place, I've got a more joyful pig poem for you. Thanks so much for reading...see you in November!
It looked so happy,
the prancing pig on the ramp
- Irene Latham
young pig can't help but follow
every fresh scent
- Irene Latham
I appreciate the contrast in the first poem. And, I do love the idea of a pig following the scents like a beagle. It just sounds happy. A wonderful poem pairing.ReplyDelete
The ying and the yang of the pig's prance. Thank you for both perspectives. :)ReplyDelete
You keep up your Art Spark even when on a break. We are visiting your site this Poetry Friday and writing ekphrastic poems. I love the two pig perspectives. Such a cute character.ReplyDelete
I love this project just because the brief, mobile sketches pair so well with your brief, active poems.ReplyDelete
There is that "other side" often in our lives, isn't there? I like that you saw that, too, Irene. Always love your responses to Picasso. Nice to hear about your getaway!ReplyDelete
The dark poem is as much you as the light one, Irene. I'm glad you shared it!ReplyDelete
The dark and light sides of life that you shared are well done and make for an inspirational pairing. Enjoy your away time, Irene. See you in November!ReplyDelete
"prancing pig on a ramp" -- sets us up so well for the shock/twist end line. Irene, you are so kind to give us the second poem to leave us with. :)ReplyDelete
We heard Temple Grandin speak last week, and in some ways, her life's work has been to make sure an animal has a less stressful path to its slaughter, so I'll dedicate your first poem to her!ReplyDelete