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In Another Castle
Leading Mario through landscapes
of pixelated woods, water and fire,
we'd feel the hours disappear
in a haze of sunset pink-orange.
We never knew it wouldn't last:
8 bit colors weren't enough
to keep our own private Bowser away
from our tiny, frail kingdom of happiness.
Darkness was coming:
days and nights of newborn screams,
curses and tears hurled at ourselves and God;
our world reduced to a diorama of lava and ash.
Many times I've looked at my parents,
mostly nervously, silently,
many times I've thought: we're the Princess
but Mario will never save us:
he's far, far away, in another castle.
of pixelated woods, water and fire,
we'd feel the hours disappear
in a haze of sunset pink-orange.
We never knew it wouldn't last:
8 bit colors weren't enough
to keep our own private Bowser away
from our tiny, frail kingdom of happiness.
Darkness was coming:
days and nights of newborn screams,
curses and tears hurled at ourselves and God;
our world reduced to a diorama of lava and ash.
Many times I've looked at my parents,
mostly nervously, silently,
many times I've thought: we're the Princess
but Mario will never save us:
he's far, far away, in another castle.
Published 12th Oct 2023
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Somewhat moving metaphor here, if you consider the content seriously. Did you play Super Mario as a child? I can relate to the analogy and comparisons you draw, in my mind. I like how you translated the chaos and destruction, as well as fearful insanity, when attempting to rationalize the world in something like Mario. The conclusion with a question relating to Mario, and the world was a good spin. Good job of being creative and original. Thanks for sharing!
21st Jan 2024 6:15am
Thanks a lot. I grew up playing Super Mario Bros. games, mostly the 8 bit ones. For me, they're part of a world and a reality that doesn't exist anymore and that will never come back, not just with respect to the now outdated technologies, but also to the times themselves: back then, I could play games with my mom and be happy in the beautiful simplicity of such moments, now I can't anymore. Very kind of you to stop by and offer your precious feedback. Again, thanks!
Mundus
Mundus
28th May 2024 3:14am
Though I never played Mario, I'm familiar with it as an iconic beginning to video games... perhaps an antiquated relic for modern day gamers, but still, many look back on it fondly.
Your piece is about nostalgic reminiscence of better times in a better place, the innocence that accompanies inexperience and youth which dissolves when life happens if the pot is left too long to boil. I think the metaphor works great. I can feel the negative energy and the longing for escape. I can feel the desire to go back. Poetry is about emotion. I think you hit the mark.
Your piece is about nostalgic reminiscence of better times in a better place, the innocence that accompanies inexperience and youth which dissolves when life happens if the pot is left too long to boil. I think the metaphor works great. I can feel the negative energy and the longing for escape. I can feel the desire to go back. Poetry is about emotion. I think you hit the mark.
