Open Poetry #4 |
Is Superman Real? |
Martie
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Is Superman Real? The boys sing a southern twang. Real country, they play their Ovaltine can drums with chopsticks in questionable rhythm. The girls in my long skirts dance with strapless hem tripping, in baby blue eye shadow and fruit flavored lip stick. In grandma’s rough hat of mothballs and dust, and silk kimono from a long ago Hong Kong, I sang "Yankee Doodle". Brother snickered, mother clapped. The boys bath towels around their necks, jump from the top bunk their capes flare. The girls lock the bathroom door and giggle. In mother’s strappy heels clunk-clunking across the impressed floor, I wanted to be grown up. Thirteen was the magic time The girls strut the hall, soldiers in the parade of growing up. My girl is dressed in my high school prom formal, her friend in drill team wear, straight out of my youth they marched singing "It’s my party and I’ll dress as I want to". At thirteen I got braces, acne and my period at the same time I started liking boys. The boys fall breathless to the floor. "Look Mom, this is how Superman really goes." The frayed towel edges reach the floor with pink floral pattern, not incongruous to them. To be a cowboy, ride a horse into my future was my dream. There was no place for this dream in the dance of my middle class twirling skirts. The boys want to have motorcycles and they want to be cool. They have learned to say "he done" and "ain’t". If I smiled nothing bad could happen. Dressed up, I danced the song in my heart But… something bad did happen that I couldn’t tell with my voice or graceful little girl dance. My girl catches a heel in a hem of satin, the sound turns her face of laughter into almost tears. Just beginning, she does not realize that she is almost ending. The boys question me for the answers "Mom, can I ride my bike down town by myself?" "Mom, today at school I couldn’t do my paper and I almost cried." Mom, I don’t want a motorcycle when I grow up because they’re dangerous, right?" "Mom, is Superman real?" |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
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Oh Martie - I love this!!!! Fantastic - it captured me. Growing up is a dangerous time. |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Excellent read here Martie... I do so love being a parent. There is that saying "If I knew then, what I know know!"... I'm glad I didn't, for how could one be a kid if you did? I thought your ending was very strong with the questions and I like the lines "Just beginning,she does not realize that she is almost ending." Once again, well done! And thanks for sharing. |
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Balladeer
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Martie, you put such flavor into everything you write. It is such pleasure reading your work. |
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Denise
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This is fabulous, Martie! I enjoyed this very much! Childhood goes too, too quickly. Denise |
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Innocent_Bystander Junior Member
since 1999-12-05
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Umm I actually love being a kid well I don't think 17 is really still a child but you know. but I enjoy being a kid. |
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Martie
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Thanks for your replies everyone. I for one am still growing up and it's getting more and more fun! In the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. (ee cummings) |
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