(Moving to Jack’s point of view now)
Jack should have felt despondent,
crushed, overwhelmed,
but he didn’t.
He felt alive, excited
full of purpose and energy
for the first time in his dull, short life.
He had been ploughing in a barren field
when they hacked the beanstalk down,
but he wouldn’t let it stop him.
More giants remained up there,
with his dearest Felicia
and riches of gold.
The greedy had profited from the trades,
barring those with nothing
and sneering at their misfortune.
He’d often been hired to help
load the goods onto the pulley,
using the opportunity to
sneak his letters up above.
No one paid attention to him,
but they would.
He would win love and riches
and everyone would admire his courage,
his charisma,
the very essence of Jack.
Scribbled Thoughts 