Wednesday, May 25, 2022

Maddie's Meet Cute with Batman - narrative poem

In Gotham lives a Batman fan.

 

She’s the loudest in her clan.

 

Maddie Granger was her name.

 

Her fangirl cries fan batman’s fame.

 

SShe gushes at his great glowers.

 

He sure needs no superpowers.

 

while others fought when they were ought,

 

he was not bred of that sort.

 

The strengths he sown are all his own,

 

A selfless strong man he had grown.

 

A sharp mind is his only shield

 

What other weapon must he wield?

 

He built a belt with his own wealth

 

used to lasso, whip, sling, or stealth.

 

She marvels at his marbled face,

 

burning hotter than her flat’s furnace.

 

She desires his simmering fire,

 

It could enflame an entire empire.

 

Despite being forced to study and snore

 

She favours frolics beyond her door

 

When her whimsies swell too wide

 

She runs outside for ripping rides

 

sometimes she goes overboard

 

last night she got fiercely floored

 

She cartwheeled down Gotham past mum’s curfew

 

after slurping mum’s sickly stew

 

flapping her arms like carefree fishes

 

she did this to deter drying the dishes.

 

Suddenly, she lost her bounce,

 

after jarring joker’s pounce.

 

Before she tumbled down to dunes

 

Save me batman she sorely swooned

 

I beg you blast that wretched brute

 

Geared up in his garish suit

 

as Batman slayed this seedy prey,

 

she shoved aside some strands gone stray.

 

Her fairest face must manifest,

 

for this man who beats the rest.

 

Lizzie cheered for her Caped Crusader:

 

oh batman you outdo Darth Vader

 

You make my heart rock and roll

 

And open doors to my soul

 

Batman nodded then off he ran,

 

Her dating dreams now just began.

 

First it was his dashing gaze,

 

that got her in a giddy daze.

 

Now it was his gallantry,

 

that revved her rosy reverie.

 

Now she never felt more sure,

 

her love was deeper than before.

 

They could dine, and date and dance,

 

if he would give her a chance.

 

She hoped that on one fine morn,

 

when roses bloom or doves are born,

 

that Batman clasps her tender hand,

 

and slides a silver wedding band.

 

Once they make their wedding vows,

 

her fantasies will never douse;

 

Cause she'll have a hot husband,

 

whose love for her will never end.

 

Wednesday, May 18, 2022

Ode to Owl City's Fireflies

I bid farewell to acrid August,

when my peers’ rude words drove me to tears.

I wished the earth would stop its turning,

I came right here to forget my fears.


I stretched my legs in Starlight Square,                          

beneath the famous figgy tree.

Often, the cold sags my soul,

now I’m free and full of glee.

 

Fireflies flashed before my eyes,

when I raised my dark-haired face.

If I crave some stunning shapes,

I came to the ideal place.

 

Tonight, ten thousand light the night,

about to throw a show to remember.

My beams are bursting at my seams,

as so much came for September.

 

Some flies feel too shy to shine.

Some cool their heat and dull their flames.

They may melt into a mushy mess.

Oh, their deaths are such a shame!

 

They salsa, shimmy, and sock hop.

They jete and jive in flocks of five.

Just like a jar of lemonade,

they make me feel more alive.

 

They glow a lovely lemon yellow;

light (up) the stage like buttercups.

Galloping like giddy goats,

unstrapped from their scratchy stirrups.

 

They flutter upwards, flushing fuchsia.

They curve into a cute sweetheart

I widely smiled at their grace and guile,

encouraged to create new art.

 

They soothe me with a smooth sea green,

and hop across the heady haze.

Flapping fins like gleeful guppies,

Casting hope for brighter days.

 

They then ignite an icy blue.

Freewheeling without a fuss.

Sparkling like fresh snowflakes,

their fancy flights bring me a buzz.

 

They careen into an ocean crest,

sucking in the concrete square.

They then swoop into a silver loop,

bestow a crown on my dark hair.

 

Once they wrapped around my head,

these bright bugs formed a sort of swarm.

I loved the bugs one thousand hugs,

they felt so welcoming and warm.

 

Although tomorrow will be busy,

How could I feel alarmed and stressed?

Cause with these friendly fireflies,

I just feel so calm and blessed.

 

The moon beamed down at me,

the poet in the parking lot.

Poised and pretty like a Queen,

in a right now private honey pot.

 

They healed my heart and helped me hope

As for next term, I could cope


In case anyone is wondering, some of this poem’s lines are inspired by the Fireflies song written by Owl City founder’s Adam Young released in 2010. Originally, I conceived it when I was resting for 15 minutes as part of a cognitive psychology experiment. Although I intended Starlight Square to be a fictional grassy place (inspired by Plaza Square but I thought Starlight sounded prettier), I recently learnt that Starlight square is a real place in Cambridge, America and was originally a concrete parking lot converted into a stage for performers and a marketplace, just like London’s Southbank. This means the poem is set in a real place. To find out more, here are the links to the music video and starlight square brochure:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psuRGfAaju4 

https://www.starlightsquare.org/ 

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