(Another snippet from the Jack and the Beanstalk poem I’m working on)
The beanstalks were grown
to help with thinning oxygen.
For survival.
But they became a beacon,
a temptation
a change to everything.
They began purely organic
but pulleys were constructed
and indulgence seeped into their world.
Luscious fruits were small bursts
of juicy delight,
little trinkets were stored in pockets
and pulled out to admire.
They sent gold nuggets in exchange,
their only shiny marvel.
The letters began a year ago,
tiny doors into another life
Felicia had never imagined.
They sustained her,
gave her purpose.
Scribbled Thoughts 