Love Hog…

 

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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.

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A minor role in the first production

gives on to a major one in the second

 and much excitement among both cast and crew.

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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…

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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.

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For the next role, we fix my hair

– a broad bandanna  –

for cricket?

Only, at the third attempt,

a sure-fire-six is caught!

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To the green-field, we repair,

in celebration, where a big white

cow gives birth to a little black pig.

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The film crew slowly lower a large pipe which

becomes a tunnel down which the little black pig runs,

until chased back out into the same world, but now

with an increased intensity of both colour and light.

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In the distance, built into the steep

precipices of a mountain peak,

a tall-turreted castle displays its elegant form.

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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.

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 We buy breakfast from my pocket

of ever expanding cash…

and it dawns on me that to look after love

is a huge responsibility.

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We leave the diner just as their prices double

and the waitress points out the way to a large hill.

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The hill is one near my home

but she pronounces its name

slightly differently.

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I wake up with the

new-form on my lips…

‘Kinder Scout.’