The beloved Pixar animated film ‘Up’ despite being a “children’s film” has the most moving and beautiful silent sequence about a shared life. The way the couple connect upon first meeting is never lost through their life together. Tragedies big and small prevent them from following their dreams of adventure. It turns out though that just being together, sharing the mundane, over coming obstacles was the adventure that trumps all others.
Apologies my poem isn’t quite as uplifting. I use the film with its amazing imagery as a way to express the heartache of a relationship that loses its love.
Your cacophony of colours
lifted me to the sky
into the splendour that scared me
I was content to contemplate it
from within the safety of
our ascending home
you needed to touch the expanse
I was left alone
descending through storms
landing appeared gentle
your chair shifted away from mine
a picture or two askew
sometimes I see the phantom
of those balloons as if a firework
gone off in the heart of a cloud
crowding the dark of the chimney
my heartstrings go taught again
just for a second
It’s a film that reminds me of the Wizard of Oz. Being transported to another land which has more colours and characters than the sepia of the one we desire to leave. But its the adventure in this new fantastical land that makes us realise nothing is brighter than the home (reality) we left behind.
I relate to the old man in the film, quiet, unassuming and slightly scared of his own dreams. His wife represents his spirit of adventure. He acknowledges that his wife didn’t get to realise her dreams of adventure and maybe he feels partly to blame for that? But this film has a happy ending and it turns out the life just spent together, being kind to each other was enough; was all the adventure they needed. Maybe we don’t really decide what our true dream is, maybe it chooses us?
Isn’t that the essence of everything, we just want to be held from time to time, especially when things fall apart. We need someone to help us try and repack our lives unravelled from when we step on one of life’s many mines.
I wonder how well this poem would work on its own? As if the reader had not seen the film and separated from my ramblings?