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My take on the prodigal son parable, from the point of view of the fatted calf (except that I've made it a fatted pig, just for fun)
The Fatted Porker
I liked the lad. He always had a smile,
a whistle on his lips, and used to wait
and watch us eat. Oh, you can call it swill
but I'm not proud. For if it comes to that
I've cracked the windfall, fresher from the moss
than all your snow-cooled fare. I've savoured shoots
that daylight never blessed. But let it pass -
I liked him. He was generous with the oats.
Not like his brother there, a walking blight
on man and pig alike, his only care
is his inheritance. I saw the hate
spark in his eye. The young one's travelled far
to find cold comfort from his kin. But still
they'll come for me. I know which one I'd kill.
Three cheers for the perspicacious pig! Paraglider, you have such a way with words. I hope one day you collect all your wonderful "bon mots" into a book or three -
You never hear a blinking word about his mother, do you? Heaven alone knows how she felt about the whole business...
A Mother's Tears
I loved my sons, though one I favored more.
He had his father's eyes, his ready laugh,
that used to ring 'til work and always work
took fearsome toll. And so, it came to pass...
One son who tried to please, and one who left;
one dark and staid, one brighter than the day;
one born of love, one born of duty's hest -
Two sides of parents' coin, two bookends, bound
with careless love from one, from other, hate
for ease and easy ways - his Abel's Cain.
O, Absolom, my son, my heart-come-home!
A mother's tears shall wash away all stain
that ever marred your heart, or stung your eye -
You are safe home, and that's enough for now.
That's lovely, Elle. You've made me glad I posted mine
You're right. The mother is never mentioned. But that's patriarchal religion for you!
I just wanted to thank both of you for sharing your poems. You really have unique voices! I just started on Hubpages the other day and haven't found many things inspiring. This was definitely inspiring
Absolutely delightful! Loved them both!
But my sympathy has always been with the older brother.
A lazy, loafing gadabout was he
From dawn till dusk he never worked – not he!
And worse, when his hardworking brother toiled
He laughed and sniggered, never did he soil
His hands, so lily white with lack of work
His clothes so spotless, ever did he shirk
The smallest of the many tasks in store
His mother fumed but she in silence bore
Her sorrow as her first born to the bone
Worked himself, without complaint or moan
Then, when the lazy lout did up and out
With his share, so undeserved, without a doubt
A quiet Good Riddance was whispered o’er the farms
Till he came back, all spent, into his father’s arms.
Way to go, Shalini! You have a lovely way with pentameter.
...and thanks so much David, I find your masterly wordsmithing truly inspiring! Earnest, and Inotherwords, thanks and blessings.
Hi Shalini - nicely done Now we've had the calf (ok, pig!), the mother, the older brother. Wonder who's next?
Wow. You guys really throw the hammer down on the prodigal son. He learned a hard lesson by his greed and selfishness. He was humbled by the unconditional love and forgiveness displayed by his father.
His older brother learned the same lessons.
The father loved them both, equally; and did not sit in judgment of how they used their inheritance. He was there for them when they needed him to be, let them choose their own paths; but made it clear that the retribution for choosing poorly would not include the loss of his love.
I always thought the prodigal son was more a reflection of humanity than the other son. My heart went out to him for how much fear he must have suffered on his journey home.
Hi Emile - the story is pretty straightforward. We were just having a bit of poetic fun with some of the characters
Ok. I guess everyone's idea of fun is different.
Sorry. I just feel for the guy. That would be my luck too. Remembered through posterity for one of my screw ups.
Oh, I don't know - at the end of the day, he'd have had more stories to tell his grandkids than his brother would!
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