The Learned Pig

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Tag: Shortening the Candle’s Wick

  • Shortening the Candle’s Wick I

    Shortening the Candle’s Wick I

      Realisation I lie in the rich grass a blissful ringing in my head. Distant voices bring me food the way ants brought gold to a king in olden times. There are two horseflies. There may even be a snake around here somewhere. In any case there is an old mill-pond and downstream are some…

  • Shortening the Candle’s Wick II

    Shortening the Candle’s Wick II

    Over the wet alders the wind gallops along the road raging, swinging a club. Then tired out in the high pines’ lap like a child after crying still sobs. Wet, the colour of tree trunks, lifting up her skirt’s hem, the old woman quietly goes. Gathered from roadside bilberry shrubs in her billy can the…