A necklace forged by mortal hands
round Kara’s neck wound tight
A chain of high-strength stainless steel
infused with kryptonite
With toughened links all polished smooth
till glistening in the light
Bereft of strength, denied her speed,
of sight and hearing stripped
Two years she’d braved the stars alone
while past her real time slipped
At last her destination reached
and now her new wings clipped
At night the gemstones glittered blue
like interstellar dust
She felt them burn her strength away
foul symbols of mistrust
‘Don’t make me wear that curséd thing!’
she’d cried; he’d said, ‘You must.’
‘You have to live a human life,
to fight as humans fight
to love as humans love,’ he’d said;
she screamed, ‘This isn’t right!’
With human-seeming tears she soaked
the pillows every night
The colours from her life were bleached
she struggled through the days
She yearned to feel again that warmth
the sun’s unfiltered rays
Four years she suffered frozen life
then melted in a blaze
Fierce the passion in the eyes
that lingered on her face
Dark immoral thoughts they urged
that made her cold heart race
Hot the lips that sought hers out
and burned her secret place
Flushed with all-consuming heat
she cried orgasmic pain
A star ignited in her heart
and burst apart the chain
The girl called X smiled happily
and made her come again
Francis James Franklin (Alina Meridon) 
love the rhythm and rhymes – you write so effortlessly and they don’t detract from your tale… the ending made me laugh!
I’m happy to hear that. 🙂 This metre is nice for telling stories – and always makes me think of The Walrus and the Carpenter:
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
“If this were only cleared away,”
They said, “it would be grand!”
You are a good writer. Are you ever concerned that this sort of writing encourages the notion that women secretly really want to be limited? And even harmed?
There is a seductive comfort in letting someone else take responsibility for you – but with regards to this poem: Kara has no wish to be limited and resents it bitterly. What is supposedly done for her benefit actually harms her, and makes X’s rebellious dark side powerfully attractive.
I don’t think it applies to my writing – I hope it doesn’t – but there are so many books these days with heroic alpha males who are fiercely possessive and controlling of the heroines that are so smitten with them. Clearly this feeds a popular fantasy, a blissful submission to a protector who is noble towards the heroine and otherwise ruthless. Usually coupled with a fated mate / one true love storyline, thus avoiding the question of what happens once the NRE fades…
It’s a topic I’ve grappled with. I don’t write this way but I do teach and the subject comes up in classes. And blog posts. I’ll have to give it more thought.
Are you asking whether writing that feeds fantasies of submission and masochism works to encourage / normalise such behaviour? For example, has 50 Shades of Grey contributed to negative attitudes by / towards women?