What is under that bridge of childhood fancy?
That stone bridge where trolls abide
cross the water you will never cross twice
leave behind your waltzing white mice.
You stand in the field where the children play
although they are not all children in years
maybe binding qualms hold them back
or is spontaneity that which they lack?
Over the bridge lies a far green field
Greener, lusher, full of reward
There are fewer people, for they are the few
who braved uncertainty, could that be you?
Under the bridge lies a fearful thing,
a troll who will do... you know not what;
strip you, whip you, clap you in irons,
or give you a bunch of fresh dandelions?
What will you do when the decision is yours?
Will you stay with what you know is safe?
Or will you cross, will you take the chance
That on the far side is a merrier dance.
Author notes
Option 2, under the bridge. Carpe diem, sieze the day. I just had ther idea that the troll under the bridge was fear, and you had to take the chance and brave that fear to become stronger. i hope I got that across Ok.
A contest entry
- What Is...? 10/20 by Gypsie Ink.
450 points, ended June 20, 2008, 19 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Tell me what you think, just don't make me want to hide under the bed.
Comments
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Great job here creating and explaining the metaphor. it was a good write for the contest you entered it in. I like the questioning tone, as well..leaving the reader to really think about the truths you are presenting...and to decide their fate for themselves.
The line abour dandelions threw me for a second, but it was cute
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Love this write, and the ending is stellar! Congratulations on the Gold!
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Brilliant!
A fascinating and delightful write. Encouraging and inspiring. Thank you for sharing and entering and Best of luck!
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