If the first is a foot-race,
then the second is a chariot-run…
Both lead to a film company
producing the self-same film.
A minor role in the first production
gives on to a major one in the second
and much excitement among both cast and crew.
After filming we relax with
a nameless game of cards,
our circle of chairs being
swapped around on the third hand:
‘Do thrones count as seats?’
The question wins the game…
When put to the hostess that the way to
her home was strange and difficult to find,
a new assembly of players enters the fray
and our leave taking is a hug of greeting but also
a return; to help tidy up the party debris.
For the next role we fix my hair – a broad bandanna –
Only, at the third attempt, a sure-fire-six is caught!
To the green-field we repair,
in celebration, where a big white
cow gives birth to a little-black-pig.
The film crew slowly lower a large pipe which
becomes a tunnel down which the black pig runs,
until chased back out into the same world, but now
with an increased intensity of both colour and light.
In the distance, built into the steep
precipices of a mountain peak,
a tall-turreted castle impresses its elegant form.
The pig is growing fast, and still running…
When caught, it is full grown and
has turned from black to white.
‘My name is love, and I am hungry’, says the big white pig.
We buy breakfast with my
pocket of ever expanding cash…
and it dawns that to look after love
is a huge responsibility.
We leave the diner just as their prices double
and the waitress points-out-the-way to a large hill.
The hill is one near my home
but she pronounces its name
I wake up with the
new-form on my lips…