Pigs

PIG PRICES ACROSS THE CONTINENT
SHOW A SEASONAL SLIDE
the morning paper shouted.

Imagine then, our chubby chums
on skates, tails tendrilling
out of piggie trousers,
piggie skirts,
tobogganing,
their trotters awave.

Wintering, the three glide; glide
across a frozen pond,
snort, guffaw and
relish their seasonal slide.
What price, a day of joy like this,
pre-abattoir.

*This poem was first published in GladRags.

Fran Baillie joined the M.Litt programme at Dundee University – a wonderful opportunity to practise writing! She has had work published by Prole, Lunar, Northwords Now, GladRag, Octavius, Dundee Writes and others, and was shortlisted for the Plough Prize and highly commended in the Wigtown Prize.