we stood under the morning moon and you spoke of the last
ice age, thirteen thousands years ago, ice a mile thick
and how an ice dam
broke loose, the sea flooding in
along twenty three hundred miles of shoreline
i tell you i believe
giants carved out the sound on a whim
to the chagrin of the trolls and delight of the fairies
how the giants let the sea rush in
turning the hilltops into islands
how we gave the islands names like
Orcas Samish Lopez Shaw Lummi Sucia Guemes Canoe
but back then they had no names
the giants just liked the look of islands
and would gaze at them
when the morning moon shone on their shorelines
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along the interstice 
[…] Whimsical Giants, by Dancing Echoes […]
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I like it that you don’t have to have a name for something to enjoy it and feel it.
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It used to drive me crazy when an artist would not title a piece, whether a painting or written work etc., I felt cheated somehow. Now, of course, I’ve gone to the other side. It brings its own challenges that could be resolved with the right title.
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What an interesting topic for a poem. Delightful
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Thank you. 🙂
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The dual meaning of sound adds a lot…I keep switching back and forth in my mind. Giants will have their fun of course. (K)
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Now i have Cyndi Lauper singing “Giants Just Want to Have Fun” looping in my head 😉
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And why not?
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Everybody wants to have fun, except for trolls.
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That’s true–they didn’t get the fun gene.
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didn’t catch the double meaning. when i wrote it. 🙂
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I heard music first before seeing the water.
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“carve out a sound” – maybe i’ll use that in another poem 😉
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good idea
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