Giants of the Earth #poetry

Giants there were in the earth in those days
Striding across the hills, walking the land
Giants roamed along all the world-ways
Monsters, phantasms, vanished from their advance

They warmed their cold hands with enormous fires
Giants there were in the earth in those days
Flying across the sky, fast as a blink
The whole world was like their back lawn

Giants roamed along all the world-ways
Sea animals grew deaf, and land animals trembled
In the age of the thundering giants.
Giants there were in the earth in those days.

Much was lost and forgotten — a butterfly’s kiss,
The wind’s buffet, and snow softly falling
Giants roamed along all the world-ways
Rising ever higher yet forgetting

Their roots — who they are and where they came from.
Giants there were in the earth in those days,
Giants roamed along all the world-ways.

We are the giants.

Untitled (Giants) #poetry

Giants there were in the earth in those days
Striding across the hills, walking the land
Giants roamed along all the world-ways
Monsters, phantasms vanished from their approach
They warmed their cold hands with enormous fires
Giants there were in the earth in those days
Flying across the sky, fast as a blink
The whole world was to them their back garden
Giants roamed along all the world-ways
On land, animals trembled and sea animals grew deaf
In the age of the thundering giants.
Giants there were in the earth in those days.
Much was lost and forgotten — a butterfly’s kiss,
The wind’s buffet, and snow softly falling
Giants roamed along all the world-ways
Rising ever higher yet forgetting
Their roots — who they were and where they came from.
Giants there were in the earth in those days,
Giants roamed along all the world-ways.
We are the giants.

This is an unfinished poem — a draft. Comments welcome.

Snow Monsters: A (Fiction) Vignette

The sun was shining but the cloud wall was moving in from the north. The streets quickly emptied out as the call went out. “The snow monsters are coming!” This was the first big storm of the season, but we soon remembered what to do. The cars pulled into driveways, doors slammed, shutters pulled across the windows. We got the whole house locked and shuttered and curled together in the unfamiliar darkness of our daylight basement. Harry whimpered softly. We knew when the cloud wall hit, the sound of the wind and then the quiet of snow falling was unmistakeable. We shivered, knowing the snow monsters couldn’t be far behind.

The howling started, and we shuddered and drew closer. We could hear the snow monsters slamming into our shutters and yanking on the locks. When they couldn’t get in, they moved onto the next house. Hours later, the snow stopped and the snow monsters retreated to the mountains and glaciers north of town. We emerged from our houses, blinking in the light. We were safe, until next time.

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