Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 6,677 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

Suckling Sow - Poem by Sheena Blackhall

A line of drawn, raised threads.
Her underbelly's joined
Like puckered silk:
A seam of pink, plucked flesh.
Teats, trembling pearls
Of squealing piglets' milk.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 7, 2010



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