Poem of the Month–June 2010: Kryptonite

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Poem of the Month ~ June 2010

This poet has a great take on superhero and fairy tale figures.

After reading this, you’ll want to revisit some of those characters

and give ‘em a new twist for a bit of subversive fun.

How about a Snow White with seven dreamy Paramours,

an endless supply of juicy fruits, and a witchy step-mom who gleefully sets it all up?

Happy almost summer!

–Krayna

Superman and Lois Lane

Kryptonite
Lois liked to see the bullets bounce
off Superman’s chest, and of course
she was proud when he leaned into
a locomotive and saved the crippled
orphan who had fallen on the tracks.

Yet on those long nights when he was
readjusting longitude or destroying
a meteor headed right for some nun,
Lois considered carrying just a smidgen
of kryptonite in her purse or at least
making a tincture to dab behind her ears.

She pictured his knees giving way,
the color draining from his cheeks.
He’d lie on the couch like a guy with
the flu, too weak to paint the front
porch or take out the garbage. She
could peek down his tights or draw
on his cheek with a ball point. She
might even muss his hair and slap
him around.

“Hey, what’d I do?” he’d croak just
like a regular boyfriend. At last.

Ronald Koertge, from Fever. © Red Hen Press
Copyrighted material; for educational/therapeutic use only

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