they say i come from a time before time itself.

myself, i do not know.

my memory stretches back,

a sea-shore flattened into

miles of long, glistening horizon.

i smell of meadowsweet and yarrow,

its strength my brow.

i taste dark-brown earth behind my teeth,

it grits on my gums.

a long, slow rumble,

an eternal yawn.

the ephemeral and solid

hold me in their grasp.

i laid down the land for you.

you walk my flesh.

you tread my backbone.

Written at a workshop at WoodSpirit Camp in Silverdale. Lorna Smithers took us on a guided meditative journey to the Giant’s Seat, then left us for a little while for us to see what we got from it… She then led us through some quickfire writing with some prompting from her… this is what I got, these are the bones from the sprawling flesh… this is her piece –

4 thoughts on “giantesse

  1. lornasmithers Sep 3, 2016 / 9:03 am

    Great opening line – so hard to imagine a time before time… and what is time? There seem to be so many ways of perceiving it – as clock time, linear, cyclical, experiential, is time just necessary for us to make sense of the universe? Does it really exist? I note the giantesse doesn’t trouble herself with these questions! I love the grit on her gums and the smell of meadowsweet 🙂

    • ninamgeorge Sep 5, 2016 / 4:39 pm

      Hey thank you Lorna. I figure that time is a detail to one so old…!! It was a great workshop thanks.

  2. Brian Taylor Mar 20, 2017 / 7:48 pm

    I know that seat well. What a wonderful elemental place.

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