Lying on a white bed
in a wooden room
listening to the silence
watching her read
and there is an inkling of a rumble.
In the distance
a giant’s house is reshuffling furniture
a whip of white in the window,
stretched sounds of creaking tables,
tinkling and breakages
as glasses spill
and cabinets crack
and light flickers.
New candles now
on and off and all around.
There’s company!
A fight!
It’s louder now.
A deluge.
A dinner awry,
an insult to the house host,
big feet thunder through the cottage
and a whip of lightning strike.
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