Thursday, August 31, 2017

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HAD HE CLIMBED HIGHER
Jack clambered up the bean stalk
And there he was with a fee fie foo fum
The giant, a monstrous gawk

Had he climbed higher, high enough

To touch the sun
He would have seen and non too soo
A mun starr eyeing Houston
Big enough to overshadow the moon

Had he climbed high, and kept on climbing

He would have heard the whispers
From down below solar eclipse sol ar e clipse sola
Eclipse becoming clearer and crisper
Rising to a holler

Had he climbed higher, high enough

He would have seen him falling, falling falling
Collapsed from sun burns
And his tears the rivers and dams filling
Poured in like ashes to an urn

Had he claimed high, and kept on climbing

With those whose every possession was caught
In a flood, where no oracle prophesied an ark
Jack would have heard the sobs of those fraught
A people ravished by his fall, his mark

Had he climbed higher, high enough

He would have heard a name through distraught sobs
Called out "Harvey"
But no he just grabbed the goose and other such dobs
And down the bean stalk he went in a jarvie
HAD HE CLIMBED HIGHER © gillena cox 2017

[video courtesy imaginary garden & you tube]


Blog hopping today with imaginary garden

A Skyflower Friday: Monsters
Prompted by Kerry O'Connor, standing in for Shay, with a Fireblossom Friday flavoured challenge.

Revisit
August 31 2015

14 comments:

  1. Let's not forget how people banded together in this tragedy. (the golden egg)

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    1. Indeed. Happy you dropped by Martin

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  2. I had a feeling it would involve Harvey. Harvey is an old man, finally. He wasted away his talents for destruction, sort of like ISIS and another prominent of whom I will not give a name. Destroy, destroy, destroy, all that was good, was the work of his life. I like your idea of integrating Jack and his beanstalk with this poem. Thank you, it made for a good read.
    BTW, we living in a suburb of Houston, almost lived on an island. We did not get water in our house but people pretty close in all directions did. Our drainage was special.
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    1. Happy to hear you were in the lucky group Jim.
      Thanks for dropping by

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  3. Oh I love the ties between Jack and the present,

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Björn

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  4. A poignant and timely write, Gillena!

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Sanaa

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  5. Well this certainly is a different perspective on monsters that we have to contend with ourselves and not in nursery rhymes. The terrible natural disasters around the world must certainly make us less complacent about climate change theories.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Robin

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  6. I like the way you take us skyward, for a satellite-like view from the tops of the beanstalk - the images of Harvey are still so vivid in my mind.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Kerry


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  7. Clever rendering of the beanstalk myth.

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  8. Thanks for dropping in Paul

    Much love...

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