Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

To Horace

by Avner Kornblum

Not to Horace the philosopher do I write these lines
but to Horace the hog who graced our home
and disgraced himself too from time to time.
Fifteen years have passed since Horace the hog,
disporting himself in our villa with three Jack Russells
and Bobby the barker, mistakenly thought he too was a dog.
When Heinz our respectable German neighbour
and owner of a hundred Berlin apartments
saw a live pig in our road he did not have to labour
over whose it was. He simply knew
that everyone else was too respectable to have such a pet
and ours would be alive since I am a Jew.
When Jane, our multifaceted English friend
was knocked down by Horace when she tried feeding him
we knew it was the beginning of the end.
Fifteen years on I have found Pru’s tear-stained verse
And the memories of Horace have flooded back -
getting him, raising him, losing him – which was worse?
It’s true
I am a Jew
I don’t eat pork
but I do love Pru
so when a piglet was found by the Guardia
in a stolen car, it would take someone much hardier
than I to reject this little chap –
I just wish his growing huge had been tardier.

Added: 25.04.2011

Judges' comments on this poem


I LOVE the humour, subject matter and delivery!