Blooming
Blooming in to the nights
And pagan snow
The Pig of the Trough
Snorted
Wallowed on his belly
On the flaky snows
That melting were
And
Looked up at the melting
sun
A brilliant, very unique and thought-provoking piece! Well penned :) K.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is this a spring poem? The snow is melting, the pig sees the shining sun at the end. The land seems to be loosening up after the frigid hold of winter. But I may be reading my own sensory experience into the poem. Just five days ago the temperature in my hometown was 12 degrees below zero, but today it is almost 60 degrees above zero. That's a 70 degree difference! So everyone here is exhilarated by an early spring. Water from melted snow (perhaps pagan snow) is rushing down streets and sidewalks like tiny rivers. So you see I was primed for a Spring Poem, and your BLOOMING has fulfilled my immediate need!