My mother Trudy Warren 8 months pregnant right after Hurricane Donna, Ft. Myers, FL |
A toast to all Wonder Women everywhere. May your praises always be sung for your beautiful warrior spirits and loving ways.
You Think You Know Me Well
By Carolyn Howard-Johnson
I am Wonder Woman. You may have known
me so long you remember
my original star-studded skirt
a la 1942 or still sigh over that skirt metamorphosed
to a bias-cut bikini singing
a patriot’s song to the female derrière
That would have been the same time
That would have been the same time
it became hard to tell if I was born
to empower little girls or to mesmerize
to empower little girls or to mesmerize
boys--the big ones and the small.
If that’s what you think
when you hear my name,
you’ve clearly not internalized
the idea of cruel waxing demanded by today’s
experts on grooming. (You should know
you’ve clearly not internalized
the idea of cruel waxing demanded by today’s
experts on grooming. (You should know
I didn’t do that. Somehow I was never convinced.
Tights were another matter. I wore
them proudly--my woman-of-steel
brand-- lasso-wielding woman,
woman who bounced bullets
from magic cuffs, woman who didn’t need
from magic cuffs, woman who didn’t need
D-cup implants
spilling out of her lamé bustier.
spilling out of her lamé bustier.
of my Amazonian past, woman of bent
bow fighting Trojans, memorialized
on Greek urns, basalt on red or—or more ancient
inverted potter’s clay
on black. That version goes back to Homer
and Arktinos of Miletus. But they couldn’t resist thinking
on black. That version goes back to Homer
and Arktinos of Miletus. But they couldn’t resist thinking
my best weapon a shock of hair
revealing a beautiful face when the helmet was sent askew
in a battle hardwon.
revealing a beautiful face when the helmet was sent askew
in a battle hardwon.
I’ve been through other iterations. Wagner’s version:
Brünnhilde in horned helmet (but still ample breasts).
Prell’s Cover Girl.
Clairol’s independent type
who wouldn’t tell.
You, young feminists! Do not smirk
Yes, you standing there, hands on hips,
Yes, you standing there, hands on hips,
in your wash ’n’ wear Spanx? I’ve lived
with too much Miss
and not enough Ms to be interested
in new bigotry. I sculpted muscles
I wouldn’t have had without benefit
of gym (never noticing men need pulleys
and weights as much as I) and then watched
as my boobs drooped and upper
arms became vestigial
wings. Even Arnold
is no Mr. World these days.
in new bigotry. I sculpted muscles
I wouldn’t have had without benefit
of gym (never noticing men need pulleys
and weights as much as I) and then watched
as my boobs drooped and upper
arms became vestigial
wings. Even Arnold
is no Mr. World these days.
I am Wonder Woman. Always was. Always
will be. I’ve mellowed. I’m first knowledge,
Scarlett Johannsson as Her. I’m Lucy.
the little brown woman squatting on Olduvai
creekbanks, and Scarlett--
will be. I’ve mellowed. I’m first knowledge,
Scarlett Johannsson as Her. I’m Lucy.
the little brown woman squatting on Olduvai
creekbanks, and Scarlett--
again—silver-screen Lucy,
universal intelligence
in her mitochondria. I’m proud of stretch
marks, silver hair, generations of DNA
then to now. Get to know me.
Without me there is no humankind.
universal intelligence
in her mitochondria. I’m proud of stretch
marks, silver hair, generations of DNA
then to now. Get to know me.
Without me there is no humankind.
MORE ABOUT THE POET
Accepted for inclusion in Poets & Writers prestigious list of published poets, multi award-winning novelist and poet Carolyn Howard-Johnson is widely published in journals and anthologies. She is the recipient of the California Legislature’s Woman of the Year in Arts and Entertainment Award, and her community’s Character and Ethics award for her work promoting tolerance with her writing. She was also named to Pasadena Weekly’s list “Fourteen San Gabriel Valley women who make life happen” and was given her community’s Diamond Award for Achievement in the Arts. One of her poems won the Franklin Christoph poetry prize. She was an instructor for UCLA Extension’s world-renown Writers’ Program for nearly a decade. Learn more about all her books at
http://bit.ly/CarolynsAmznProfile or http://howtodoitfrugally.com.
http://bit.ly/CarolynsAmznProfile or http://howtodoitfrugally.com.
Her most recent poetry book, Imperfect Echoes,
is a USA Book News Award finalist and was given the Bronze in Dan
Poynter’s Global Ebook Awards. [Still in print and all proceeds are
donated to Amnesty International!]
3 comments:
Carolyn, I love the spirit, energy and humor of this piece -- yes, indeed, there cannot be too many wonder women, or too many poems about Wonder Woman. I wrote one myself a while back. - Few decades ago they used to say comic books were bad for us kids. Not necessarily...
- Suzanne Lummis
Marlan, it is a pleasure to have my poetry part of your blog. I love how the picture of your mom when she was pregnant with you redefines the concept of the true wonder of women!
Marlan, it is a pleasure to have my poetry part of your blog. I love how the picture of your mom when she was pregnant with you redefines the concept of the true wonder of women!
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