This place becomes what we want it to be – Stewart Carswell


While giants grow up around it

this place becomes what we want it to be.

A place to create stories around

and then carry them home for bedtime.

A place to believe the secrets

the Forest holds from us.

But this is not a real chair:

we complete the image of it

from just the frame, a chair

that none of us can sit on.

It is a viewpoint into the Forest,

into what we hold dear.

The giants return for their chair

they take it away out into the forest,

and with no proof it ever existed

did we imagine it?

After all,

we don’t believe in giants either,

not now that we can look out

across the heads of our parents.