17 April

Day 17 (1)

Prompt - to take an existing poem - in this case 'Wilderness', by the excellent W S Merwin and re-re-redraft it.

This is a very very very loose redraft- using changing tense, adding protagonists, substituting words, and general mucking about- and now it's completely unrecognisable - result redrafted to destruction

Apologies, W.S..

The Mask

Reputation is its own sediment,
said Bruce Wayne, tipping back his glass-

Sorry, Spiderman,wrong universe,
I found us lost in this plague 

of catchphrases from the Joker's mouth.

He has no respect

The webs were all dissembling,
capers in the wax museum,
more piddling supercrime.

Can your magic screwdriver
get us out of this,this time?
Can I be your Robin?

Batman was already there,
a kind of howling chaos-
This is the hero we need,
but we don't deserve

It was Gotham in Spring ,
they pimped out glamour, kickass-
Go, Wonderwoman, Catwoman,
Harley Quinn and every masked Cheerleader!

But in the dark, 

a stunted justice tremored,
old men in loose suits muttered
during hospital visiting hours-

Welcome to Arkham, suckers
We are where we always were.