Giant's Soliloquy

 

Look at all the little people

it humors me as they run for fear

I mean them no harm, or any ill will

hell, I used to be one of them

but do they know that?

 

So I find a hill to rest my aching feet

the soles of my shoes are wearing thin

but cobblers don't often make shoes in my size

 

I pluck a tree out of the ground

and walk to the nearest lake, three strides away

fixing my hair with my new birch comb

and checking my reflection in the water's mirror

 

Some people may think me lonely

I just laugh as the earth shakes from the sound

"Oh my, if you had what I have..." I say to them

"...then you'd too be a giant."

because I can see for miles, and miles

and loneliness is not what my size brings me

but companionship is what grew me to this stature.

 

So don't pity me, I can walk from coast to coast

in a few hours' time, and fields of heather are my bed

I have no fear of beast or man

No, I'm invincible. My body is not my concern.

 

My concern is in protection of the one who helped me reach this giants' status.

She walks by without a care, and my shadow is her resting place

should it rain down on her head, my hand would be her canopy

and when she tires, from her day's trek

she climbs into my breast pocket

as the heat from my chest and the rhythm of my heart sooth her to sleep

She has nothing to fear, as her giant is gentle

and she has his heart,

this heart that's beating so close to her.

 

She's my source of strength, and my achilles heel

but she doesn't abuse this strength over me-

and she could, oh how she could

she knows she could bring me to my knees, and fill a canyon with my tears

but she doesn't. She loves me.

She loves me for more than the power she provides me.

 

So I'll carry her across the ocean

and walk her to the places she wants to see.

Raise her high above my head,

and hear her gasp in delight.

I could live like this forever

that's the plan.

 

Look at all the little people

it humors me as they run for fear

I mean them no harm, or any ill will

hell, I used to be one of them.

Reviews

[Emily Rose]

What a great idea to write from the perspective of a giant! Make me think of "Gulliver's Travels" :-) I really like the speculation that you get into in this poem, and the part where you bring in the girl that made the giant the way he is is very sweet (and, in fact, rather unexpected). It's a great metaphor that you set up.

My only critique is that there are parts where it sounds a little prosey - you may want to throw in some sharper imagery and cut out some of the more unnecessary words to make it flow more smoothly and bind the images tighter together.

Well done!

[Gastroc.]

god this is amazing. pissed though- don't come joining MY site and write better than i do! haha, i kid. i can see this published. my oh my