Jack travelled deeper into the forest,
his new weapon tested on any inhabitants
wishing to challenge him.
Memories of Crazy Mary’s story
haunted him and he scanned
for clues of its existence,
perhaps a giant’s bones lay
forgotten in this place.
Perhaps it was all a lie.
He travelled two days
then set to form a clearing,
any further would have been pointless,
he needed to be within
a manageable distance
of the old beanstalk,
where Felicia had sent her letters.
As the sun set he
dug a hole with his hands,
dropping the precious beans in
and covering them again
with all the gentleness
of a father tucking his child in bed.
Then he waited,
dozing fitfully,
for the magic to happen.
Scribbled Thoughts 