Ode To The Scandinavian Anti-HeroA Poem by icelandicblue
She is a willow of a woman
whose books are her lifeline. They are her light in the darkest of times. She frequently forgets that illumination is possible within her own black hole of despair. She loves protagonists who are broken and complex. No pretty boy heroes for her, she finds them too two dimensional. They may offer their services elsewhere to wide-eyed damsels in distress. She requires and craves imperfection in others, even fictional others, to sustain her own conflicting psyche. The world needs more broken heroes because they understand the gray areas of real life. There is a hidden truth that lurks behind their eyes. They know we all cultivate a shaded balance of being, our demons whisper in our ears while they hang from our necks. So she chooses to embrace men like Inspector Erlander, along with his depth of depression over his brother's death, a failed marriage and the children lost to him due to drugs and recriminations. She relishes Harry Hole whose intellect and alcoholism keeps him apart from his own life while he autopsies the lives and bodies of the dead. The Scandinavians carve their broken heroes from their own winter darkness, and she loves them for it. They plummet her into a world so bleak, and characters so tortured, she is always able to leave her demons to fend for themselves while the detectives grapple with both enlightenment and gloom, their purpose clear, to sift through the ashes looking for justice and bits and pieces of themselves. © 2015 icelandicblueReviews
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Added on October 17, 2015Last Updated on October 18, 2015 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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