poem: "Quotidian" (meta)
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fannishlisstitle: Quotidian
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Quotidian
We might dream of heroism —
something more heroic than
stitching together a seam that was torn,
slathering a piece of raisin bread with butter,
welcoming home a mate after a long day's work,
wiping the tears from a child's face,
surprising someone with their favorite pie.
Dreaming, I've carried my child on my back from the ruins of an apocalyptic city.
But I have carried my child on my back.
Dreaming, I've torn a man's head from his shoulders when he tried to take my water.
But I have answered back when I disagreed.
Dreaming, I've stabbed a monster a hundred times until it stopped moving.
But I have used that same knife to skin a deer, and all winter we ate.
Ulysses fought his way home to Penelope's hearth.
The one I love
never tortured,
is not an assassin,
never ended the world.
His nightmares are when our boy
runs out into the street without looking.
What hero would make a home in loving arms?
A real one, a lucky one, every day.
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to all my fannish and feminist friends, I'd love to know how you read this poem. All comments are welcome!
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fannishlissgenre: poem! also, meta
Quotidian
We might dream of heroism —
something more heroic than
stitching together a seam that was torn,
slathering a piece of raisin bread with butter,
welcoming home a mate after a long day's work,
wiping the tears from a child's face,
surprising someone with their favorite pie.
Dreaming, I've carried my child on my back from the ruins of an apocalyptic city.
But I have carried my child on my back.
Dreaming, I've torn a man's head from his shoulders when he tried to take my water.
But I have answered back when I disagreed.
Dreaming, I've stabbed a monster a hundred times until it stopped moving.
But I have used that same knife to skin a deer, and all winter we ate.
Ulysses fought his way home to Penelope's hearth.
The one I love
never tortured,
is not an assassin,
never ended the world.
His nightmares are when our boy
runs out into the street without looking.
What hero would make a home in loving arms?
A real one, a lucky one, every day.
-----
to all my fannish and feminist friends, I'd love to know how you read this poem. All comments are welcome!
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Date: 2011-09-20 11:03 pm (UTC)Damn, woman, you make the daily into epic adventures slaying monsters and saving the world. It certainly makes me feel better about all the invisible things I do that make my home life stable and strong.
I am *impressed*.
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Date: 2011-09-21 01:13 am (UTC):D
For me, it's important as a writer and a feminist to envision our everyday life as Heroic. The man's model can't be the only way of the Hero.
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Date: 2011-09-20 11:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-21 01:15 am (UTC)Your work might seem everyday and detailish -- but I regard it as very heroic to manage so many people's lives so well. :)