you were
You were bone of my bone, oncemy son
but now you've grown your own
your sticks and stones bruise
my shins now.
Inside me you were safe.
So I will iron your polo shirts
while you slay your virtual foes
shedding [my] virtual blood
my
dragons
will
not
die.
posted by Erin @ 8:19 AM
4 Comments:
The gender-bending feminist strikes again!
This is cool, I especially like that this poem, written from the perspective of a woman, quotes Adam's speech to his wife... so the speaker initially takes the masculine role but by the end is in a stereotyped feminine position... Oh, Freud would have a field day! So would any feminist critic.....
But beside all of that, I like it. This is a mother speaking isn't it? Maybe you could turn the "bruise my shins" into some sort of reference to striking Satan with the heel.... that would be interesting to say the least.
I don't have much to say about this poem, but thank you for commenting (and consistently too) on my blog. I really appreciate your input.
(and I don't hate men, by the way)
don't let those dragons die (if i'm reading this poem correctly)
he was, but you are, and will be.
okay well this is not Erin speaking it's her little brother Andrew. Theres no way you can't say this poem is about Luke! HHe makes mom iron his polo shirts while he kills "virtual foes" on xbox live. And hes always like grr grr grr i dont like anybody grrrr
No jokes America, this is about LUKE! hahaha its totally true
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