The Giant Slayer

by Ged Thompson

Thursday 31st January 2013 12:23 am (first posted Wednesday 30th January 2013 11:55 pm)

 

The Giant Slayer

 

Eighty centimetres tall that’s all he is, that makes me a giant, a real life giant

Just to compare….. If he was my height I’d be over 12 feet tall

 

This Giants not a big scary giant though, this is a cuddly giant

A funny giant, a dancing giant, a laughing giant and one that snores in the morning

 

“WAKE UP DADDY!” that’s what he shouts first thing on the bed

As he pulls my eye lids open looking for his giant hiding beneath them

 

WHERES MY GIANT!?  He must be thinking, as he opens up the little pink shutters

I‘LL FIND HIM!  He must be thinking, as he digs his nails into my tender lids to get a peak inside

 

I doubt I’d have the courage to wake up a twelve foot giant like this every morning

But he either knows no fear or he’s braver than me.

 

But this giant is his favourite, this giant…… Is Daddy giant!

Now its only natural for any giant to recoil in pain at 6:30 am when this happens

 

When the giants eye lashes are yanked with the full force of a toddlers determination

Especially when small finger nails slide between the giants eyeball and eye lids

 

I would say any Giant when woken this way, might, just, for, a, split, second, think…..

FOR FUCKS SAKE!

 

But as quickly as the pain came to the giants eye balls, something else kicks in

He sees the giant slayer’s smile, he is slain, slain by that little boys love for him

 

And the giant realises that the little boy woke him up for a reason

Because he loves him, and the giants eyeballs don’t hurt anymore

 

And the giant then hopes that he can be woken this way for the rest of his life

And that, maybe, he needs to trim the giant slayers finger nails tonight 

maybe?

 

Ged Thompson Liverpool Poet and Writer 30/01/12