Searching, tearing, breaking from sheets,
she jumps and climbs and finds the lap
that she nests and nuzzles each morning,
bringing Lego of green and blue.
A smile breaks on the face of Giant
as she peers at the cradling Child:
fidgeting and toying. With the fumbling hands of Child
she dives clumsily under the
sheets.
She leaves behind dreary, tender
Giant
dismayed and chilled from her
empty lap,
to build a lego palace of blue,
with turrets and flags under the clear morning.
As walls form, rain pours from Giant’s morning
tea, dampening the efforts of Child,
now smothered by sky of brown in her castle of blue.
Peeling back sticky sheets
whilst guilty thumbs twiddle in
the lap
of naughty, wicked Giant,
she boldly scolds her for her
giant
mess . But with little time to mourn the loss of her white morning,
she jumps once more, determined,
from Giant’s lap
and marches on with her grand
scheme. Child
builds her world of wondrous sheets,
sheets now the russet soggy sky
to her castle of blue.
A finishing block to be truly encased with her blue
castle away from the watching eyes of Giant,
she dances as Queen of sheets:
twirling, twisting, singing to
the morning.
So lost in her imaginings as Child
in the castle hall, far from
Giant’s lap.
Too soon a lap…
se in time knocks aside her world of blue,
stops her dancing and wipes the
smile from Child.
“Because the hands”, say Giant:
“point to the end of morning”
as she peels back the sheets.
Not cherishing Child before she
too becomes Giant,
too big to nuzzle her lap, she
steals away the castle of blue,
and forgets their morning under the sky sheets.
