My Hot Air Balloon
- sn pubs
- Aug 5, 2015
- 2 min read
green grass waved goodbye in the wind
to a gondola based on cane
high above the heavens grinned
upon a bulging envelope rising up this lane
silently it left behind
the plateau of buildings trembling
roaring, crackling the fire reminds
of the subsequential landing
committing the sin of defying gravity
it forms a family among the clouds
scaling the mountains in all their majesty
erasing every trace of doubt
so it seems to leave a legacy
in the reflection staring back
far beyond its childhood enemy
seizing what it lacks
blinded by the golden mist
tempted by the winds
every ambition, every promise, every wish
made true with broad grins
however the mist disperses
to reveal a shared sky
all this while it was immersed
in a world infinitely high
now at the other colours’ chases
its fire loses confidence
forgetting all the places
waiting for the consequence
the fire retires silent
while the balloon turns weary
prepare for the landing of this deflated giant
who leaves in such a hurry
the roughest days start out great
I miss the thrill of the flight
my quarrel with fate
ended with the tunnel at the end of light
This poem is about disappointment. In this poem, I used the metaphor of a hot air balloon which rises because of the energy generated by the fire within and once the fire is completely consumed, it will inevitably fall to the ground. As students, we need inspiration or motivation in order to sustain us when school becomes tiring, hence I hope that the ‘fire’ I am referring to would not be hard to relate to. Because it was based on an event that recently happened to me, I decided to call the hot air balloon my own and hence the title “My Hot Air Balloon” despite the fact that the poem is written from the third person point of view for the most part.
Trina (3U)
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