to grow up, then let me loose to wander
leeward, freely through the wild blue yonder
as you liked to say, or ditched me, rather,
in the gutter...well, I turned the corner.
Now I've scotched that 'he was like a father
to me' rumour, sacked it, blown the cover
on that 'he was like an elder brother'
story, let the cat out on that caper
with the married woman, how you took her
downtown on the expenses in the motor.
Holy robin-redbreast-nest-egg-shocker!
Holy roll-me-over-in-the-clover,
I'm not playing ball boy any longer
Batman, now I've doffed that off-the-shoulder
Sherwood-Forest-green-and-scarlet number
for a pair of jeans and crew-neck jumper;
now I'm taller, harder, stronger, older.
Batman, it makes a marvellous picture;
you without a shadow, stewing over
chicken giblets in the pressure cooker,
next to nothing in the walk-in larder,
punching the pain of your hand all winter,
you baby, now I'm the real boy wonder.
Poetry live really opened my eyes to a few things today. First, poetry is truly amazing when you're really reading it, minus the dopey twats that didn't shutup.The thing that interested me the most was the poem Kid, by Simon Armitage. My interpretations were measley in comparison to how deep the true meaning is. It's not merely about Robin shunting Batman, it's about everyone, every single person, who finds themselves trapped. Trapped in a situation, and they're bursting to get out - to find themselves, to be what they truly want to be, to be with who they want to be with, to do what they want to do, but struggling, with the underlying nervousness of what happens when you actually step out and be this person.
I think that's where i am right now. Except there's so many doors and i have no idea which one to take. Whichever one i open is going to mean a few more close, but then there's the reasoning that if i open one of those doors, there could be a whole other set behind it. The trouble is, no one can see through solid wood, and i'm pretty sure i don't have the key either. We're all gonna have to let time tell i guess.


THIS WAS MY FAVOURITE BIT TOO.
ReplyDeleteunfortunately thanks to being beaten by chloe every three seconds i'm pretty sure we were also 'the dopey twats'. D:
BUT STILL. yayayayayaya
ahmmmm a spaghetti nadleeeee
YES I WAS REFERRING TO YU.
ReplyDeleteme and maggie were not amused ;)
I HAVE A SPACH AMPADAMENT
or something like that ;)