The Kilchurn Giant Slayer

My childhood friend and published poet, Jeanie French is in Scotland on vacation. She posted this photograph and my imagination sprang into action. So I wrote this story…

Jeanie strolled closer to Scotland’s old Castle Kilchurn, with its collapsing walls and missing roof, wanting a better photograph. Rumor is that the castle was home to a giant, who often scared tourists, and when hungry enough, snatched them up for a mid-morning snack.

Jeanie saw the giant’s hand reaching from the dungeon through a gap in the foundation, and with her pen and a well placed verse of poetry:

“Giant, Giant, go away now!
Not to eat am I, being mostly skin and bone.
I have warned you, so pow!
A wave of my quill — poof — you are stone!”