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A lovely poem to throw more light on the three little pigs.
Little Pig, Little Pig...
There was a fourth little pig a ‘black sheep’ the others don’t like to talk about didn’t buy a bundle of twigs or even straw certainly wasn’t into conventional bricks and mortar. Instead he wove around himself walls of words in the fashion of a bookish igloo. Transparent passages formed windows, dark thoughts became heavy drapes to cover them and keep out peering Curiosity. And far from being blown away by the ravenous Wolf, the little pig lived - safely cocooned in stories - keeping the world at bay. All potential intruders began reading and before they knew it they were searching to find out how it ends. Looping calligraphy papered the walls of his imagination-warm living room and the fourth little pig reclined hidden behind bewitching literature, writing poems in the air to keep the Wolf out.
Copyright Deb Wain, 2009, all rights reserved.
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Bio.
Deb Wain is a poet who has recently dipped her toes into short story writing. She has worked with the Aardvarker poets and produced an anthology of childhood-themed poetry, Seasons of Childhood. Recently, her short story, “morning stranger”, appeared in Verandah 24 as the editors’ choice award winner. Between poems and stories, Deb is a teacher whose greatest delight is sharing her passion for words with her students.
* Current author’s website http://debwain.blogspot.com/.
