by Rita Mace-David

Do you ever think about giants in Dunedin?
I do.

There are the things they’ve left behind to prove it.

Imagine a giant clad in earth and plants

Leaning back in a huge saddle as its horse dances and prances.

Then the giant got bored, left the saddle on a rack,

Now that’s the hill that overlooks Mosgiel.

The mountains just past Outram that look like a messy blanket left in a pile.

The harbour’s an outdoor bathtub, Mt Cargill’s a beanbag,

If you look closely, you’ll see this land is fit for someone bigger than us.

And then, if you think about the old Māori myths, that really makes sense-

You’re welcome!

Oh, what about what happens when the stretch their legs off the bean bag, you ask? Well, the Edgar Centre might get smooshed into the ground…

But that doesn’t matter­– it hasn’t happened yet!