A Nook and a Storybook
Hello! My name is Bastian. Join me, please.
I'm a beleaguered youngster in a book,
The NeverEnding Story. Read with me
here in my cozy little attic nook.
I love it here. It's quiet; I can think
about my mom, who died. I miss her so.
Here I escape the bullies at the school
and my demanding dad, who doesn't know
how lost I feel sometimes and pushes me
to study more and daydream less. I've found
this tale set in Fantasia makes me feel
I'm flying trouble-free, no longer bound
by earth's restraints--I've suddenly become
a character! I help a warrior-boy
the Empress sent to free Fantasia of
a plague, The Nothing, murderer of joy.
Imagination dies, and apathy
replaces it. Now there exists no more
The Nothing. We two boys with magic bold
destroyed it. Now it's time for me to soar
back home to face my life. I ride upon
the Luck Dragon, Falkor, who's going to be
my savior from those bullies. I must close
the book. I'll be back soon. There's more to see!
************************
Sometimes I feel like Bastian when I read
great mysteries by Christie, Grisham, Clark, . . . *
so cozy in my woman cave at home
or at a picnic table at the park.
*Agatha Christie, John Grisham, and Mary Higgins Clark
The Neverending Story--fantasy book and movie popular during the 1980's
Date posted: 4-21-16
entered in Jamie Pan's "Interesting" Contest on February 16, 2017
Theme: The Feeling of Getting Lost in Book
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016
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