There's A Devil In My Piggery

(and he won't go away)

Poem - extract

I

Wind whips up across molten-steel waves

Swell from the heart of the high seas

Plunges me up, down in the icy water

My voluptuous figurehead pure white

Buxom bust caught in a tight carved robe

Golden tresses luxurious

Over a face fixed in wood, crimson lips

Kissed by the salt-sea spray

Eyes staring

As the gales drive the tall ship

Through the black howling hole of a night

Suddenly pierced by

Sheer rock, a knife edge wall

Hard and sharp its teeth bite deep

Into the main timbers, splintering wood

The sailors’ screams answered

By drowning lung-fulls of water

Two hundred souls sink to their deep ocean grave

Dawn brings calm, the tide slips gently away

I am alone in a sandy cove

Silence, just one gull crying

Over my bruised body

But I - I am intact.

II

Little Mary and I feed the big pigs …