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(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 stopContinue reading “23:147”

Felicia didn’t know him well, the giant that fell through the clouds, but she’d witnessed his indulgence and laziness at maintaining balance. He carried too many trinkets and failed to monitor his weight. She didn’t see him slip from the sky but she heard the impact and witnessed the hushed anticipation, the bated breath ofContinue reading “23:146”

(Not much today, and not great quality but I’ll polish it later). Dear Jack, I’m sorry about your father, mine lives but we don’t see each other much, and my mother died when I was a baby. No, we can’t eat clouds but we do eat birds. I can send some down if you like.Continue reading “23:143”

(Jack and Beanstalk poem continued) Dear Sky Person, I’m Jack, a labourer’s son. I pass by your beanstalk everyday looking for work. What’s it like living in the clouds? Can you eat them? My family is poor since my father died and we live off others’ leftovers or any vegetables we can grow. Do youContinue reading “23:142”

(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 juicyContinue reading “23:141”