England, (contemporary)
When Pigs Chew Stones
- The pigs chew
- on a field of stones,
- dribble pebbles
- behind the shore,
- their pursed mouths
- full of clink.
- Dun light folds over
- a bowl of sky,
- my feet
- pock, pock,
- the beach,
- trailing me.
- Ten weeks
- since my father died and already
- gaps –
- how did he choose my name?
- In the garden,
- the hover fly between us,
- what was he thinking?
- The pigs and I
- riddling sea,
- the sky
- full of holes.
About the Poet:
Patricia Helen Wooldridge, England, (contemporary), is a poet and educator who specializes in the teaching of poetry and has published widely in many poetry journals since 1996. Wooldridge has taught at Portsmouth University since 1994 beginning in the School of Education teaching on the PGCE program for secondary English Teachers.
Wooldridge completed her creative writing doctorate exploring the relationship between poetry and painting in 2008. In 2010 she left university employment in order to concentrate on her writing. She has a BA and MA in English Literature (London University) and a D.Phil in Creative Writing (Sussex University). [DES-09/19]