Every day/ a giant tall/ rumbles through the wood,
with heavy feet/ he fells the trees/ crushing those below his knees.
Every day/ my family flees/ like Dorothy’s kin outside,
to shelter found/ beneath the ground/ where we cannot be seized.
Every time/ I am the last,/ my family safe below,
and suddenly/ the giant sees/ me tugging at the metal door.
Every time/ he starts the chase/ I run inside the house.
Every time/ I kneel down/ and hide beneath a chair I've found.
Every time/ he lifts the roof/ and sees me kneeling there.
Every time/ I jump and run/ through the front door, past his lunge.
Every day/ I run and run/ and glancing back, I stumble
Every time/ falling from a cliff/ through the air for time unmeasured.
Every time/ I hit the bed,/ waking in the dark,
my pounding heart/ gives way to tears,/ and yet I feel relief, for years.
Every time/ I think of this dream,
I remember the years of feeling alone,
Both in my dream and there, at home.
About the Creator
Natalie Wilkinson
Writing. Woven and Printed Textile Design. Architectural Drafting. Learning Japanese. Gardening. Two poems are featured in a new print anthology-POETICS: Grain available at Bainbridge Island Press.
IG: @maisonette _textiles
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