The Ogre Poem by Sheena Blackhall

When I walk on the sea, my stride is longer than Norway

Cruisers, tankers, frigates
Sail under my legs, tiny as tuna

I drink in tides,
Leave fish and small crabs beached for gulls to peck at
The dew is my morning sweat on glistening Bens
My furry chest is like a heather moor
After a fire’s passed through

My teeth are whiter than snow that lies on Everest

When I snore, Earth splits in two
People tumble down cracks like sugar

I see eye to eye with the clouds.
Starlings rest on my ears
When I breath, skyscrapers strain to break their moorings