Teddy Girls

⠀⠀⠀⠀If we were poems, you would still think us up to no good.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Good girls don’t go look for trouble. They pay their dues.
⠀⠀⠀⠀You would stick with your first impression, how we’re not
⠀⠀⠀⠀one of you and how it’s because we don’t much care to be.
⠀⠀⠀⠀If we were poems, we’d dress up in forms from a past era
⠀⠀⠀⠀when ideas like beauty and grace and honor meant more
⠀⠀⠀⠀and held value longer than the lifespan of a text message.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Styles like the thrift shop of a rich society neighborhood
⠀⠀⠀⠀in context of street wear you might frown on in churches.
⠀⠀⠀⠀If we were poems, we’d talk slang you can’t catch on to.
⠀⠀⠀⠀You don’t bother to try and you’d not catch on if you did.
⠀⠀⠀⠀But you would assume the worst. And you would judge us.
⠀⠀⠀⠀And you would talk about how the future of poetry’s dead.
⠀⠀⠀⠀If we were poems, we’d have day jobs as sports scores,
⠀⠀⠀⠀assembly line perishables that others use to make money,
⠀⠀⠀⠀but this would be what we’re like at home, this blank stare,
⠀⠀⠀⠀these stark black and white lines, these studied postures.
⠀⠀⠀⠀You would forget us like yesterday’s fads if we were poems,
⠀⠀⠀⠀but your worst fears would be realized in your grandsons
⠀⠀⠀⠀who will rediscover us. Yet even if they were into poetry,
⠀⠀⠀⠀they still wouldn’t be able to get into our rolled-up jeans.

prompted by Sunday Mini-Challenge ~ Teddy Girls
at the imaginary garden with real toads

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8 Responses to Teddy Girls

  1. Great!! “If we were poems, we’d dress up in forms from a past era
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀when ideas like beauty and grace and honor meant more
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀and held value longer than the lifespan of a text message” This is just one of the many parts I love about this piece! Thank you so much for participating in the challenge!!

    • Thank you. For most of Sunday, I’d been worrying that the Real Toads might get hit by the Daily Post prompt: procrastination. I kept wanting to write on the Teddy Girls challenge, but kept finding excuses not to, busy crazy day that it was.

      The excerpt of my poem you point to was actually the spark that got my poem up off its procrastinating ass. The Teddy Girls snapshots spoke to me of disassociation, alienation, disenchantment with current society. With a reaction that clothed itself in the fashion of a romanticized bygone era. Which struck me like a personified poem dressing itself up as a rhymed sonnet as protest against the depersonalization that comes with modernization.

      Loving the Real Toads inspiration more than ever. ✒Cyn

  2. LOL–they still wouldn’t be able to get into our rolled up jeans…….hmmmmm.
    I hope i’m reading that ‘correctly’ lol.

    • Heh. I hope you’re not! In the context of a personified poem loitering on a street corner as one of a group of Teddy Girls, that line was thrown to those who get snooty highbrow about how academically accepted poetry is too good to share the same street with hooligan poetry like mine, but accurately predicting how they’ll lose their own grandsons to whatever new rock & roll or rap comes along much to their dismay, but how that still won’t get us sleeping together, which to me was an extended metaphor’s way of saying that even then I’d never prostitute my poetry to their publications and awards ceremonies, and they turn up their socialite noses to the Teddy Girl in me acting like that would never happen anyway but yeah just wait until they’re around the corner, you never know what delinquency we’ll be up to next. But hey, your reading may be a lot more … correct? ✒Cyn

  3. Kay Davies says:

    This is wonderful! I love it, especially
    “If we were poems, we’d have day jobs as sports scores”!

    • Well, we have this small surviving collection of snapshots like they were posed out near where some nameless Teddy Girls were encountered loitering, and I was wanting to see a snapshot or two of them at the factory jobs so many of them held down. Having been there myself. Like, here’s me at the factory, and then here’s me as a Teddy Girl on my street corner with my close Teddies. Then for my personified poem masquerading as a Teddy Girl, what better day job for a poem than to aspire to make a living as a sports score? What poem wouldn’t crave to dress up Edwardian after a day as a stat? Heh.

      Thanks for reading and sharing. ✒Cyn

  4. Marian says:

    wow, this is fantastic! wow, wow. the sports-scores line is my favorite, too. how clever. this is wonderful and impressive. yay!

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