Hero and Heroine – poems

Side Note:

I’m taking part in the 2014 PAD challenge, which means this is a break from what I usually post. Today’s Poem is to:

Today is our first Tuesday of the challenge, and I like to do a Two-for-Tuesday prompt on Tuesdays. You can write to the first prompt, the second prompt, both prompts, or whatever tickles your fancy. Here are the prompts:

  1. Write a super hero poem.
  2. Write a super heroine poem.

Instead of writing for NaNoWriMo, I’ve decided to make these poems inspired by the second draft of my work-in-progress, currently titled “Arch Villains”. It will also be posted in the PAD Challenge post.

Be Vortex AwareHeroine

Caught in the wrong place
wrong time
knife held to my throat
no easy way out.

Panic enhances my senses,
my body poised,
on alert,
knowing something has to happen.

In a screaming crowd
the slightest shuffle
sends shivers.
He notices my stance.

Welcome Ghost he calls.
Sneering, knife tightens.
A noise behind sends us spinning,
a rough dance of armor and flesh.

He strikes something metallic
a flash of light
followed by a series
of shimmering expanding outward.

He pixelates into view
a tall frame
cloaked head to toe
in a slim reflective suit.

The Ghost stands ready
to fight without fear.
Sword in hand
he is all predator.

As he lunges towards us
I drop, dead weight.
Out of the line of attack
catching both by surprise.

Deafening pain delays escape
but I roll away from the conflict.
my skin sacrificed
for safety.


l watch from the shadows.
He holds a knife
against her delicate throat
cold steel against soft flesh.

For a moment I’m captive
to memories long passed.
She reminds me of my reasons
for pursuing my own justice.

Cloaked in sunlight
reflection and refraction
deflecting sightlines
I hide my approach.

I send noise away
They spin around
she’s an unwilling partner
yet manages grace and poise.

Recognition stills her features
her eyes find me
though seeing without seeing
and he notices her posture.

Welcome Ghost he taunts.
knife drawing dark red blood
counterpointing the bright white
of an existing scar.

He hits me with something
from his armor-plated suit
the electricsof  mine
sizzle in disgust.

I appear first as a floating arm
but I know from experience
l am pixelating into view
a shimmering mess.

I prepare for battle
taking my stance
drawing my sword
No longer a high-tech poltergeist.

She is alert
unlike the one I didn’t save.
I take my chance
and attack.

She drops, a dead weight
rolling away injured, alive.
Relieved, the battle rages on
as it always does.

How about you?

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This post was first published at http://atomic-temporary-30814180.wpcomstaging.com 2014/11/04.

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