TERABITHIA

She keeps her mind wide open, and dreams

She smiles, deep in thought, feeling

The air around her…

The endangered rope that hung from an ancient tree

She holds on to that and swings.

 And he swings too!

And they swing one by one and lands

On Terabithia!

 

She runs…and he runs…

And here they reach this battered old car

Shhh! There must be the dark lord here

And he would hear them…

“But we do not fear him!” they say.

Here is the tree house,

worn out in the sands of time.

But now it is their castle

Guarded by the dragon-fly warriors

From the giant squirrels and red-eyed vultures.

The dark lord would not hurt them,

For he is weaker than her and him,

The queen and king of Terabithia

Who freed his slaves to the songs of the wind.

Climbing high on the trees they can see the whole land…

The blue stream flowing with golden fishes

The magical mountains and the pine trees

The land of magical Terabithia

Open to their shimmering eyes and their beautiful minds!

P.S. The poem is based on the magical adventures of two children who build their own space away from the world they live in as represented in the motion picture BRIDGE TO TERABITHIA which is adapted from the novel with the same name by Katherine Paterson and published in 1977. The adventures are metaphorical but leave a deep impact in the viewer’s mind.

3:03 a.m.

November 26, 2013