The Lost Adults of Neverland
I don’t want to grow up …I don’t want to wear a tie … and a serious expression in the middle of July … ~ Song from Peter Pan
Before I knew that Pan
was the goat god of wild creatures
I wanted to be Peter
Not so much because he could fly
But because he wouldn’t grow up
Before I knew that a grown woman
named Mary Martin was playing Peter’s part
I already didn’t want to wear a tie
or bra, or garter belt
Before I knew that the Catholic Church
turned Pan into the devil
stole his horns and hooves
changed his pipes to snakes
his pasture into a fallen Eden
I had a crush on John Darling
even though he wore glasses
and a girl’s nightgown like mine
Wendy was invisible to me
until the Beach Boys sang about her
A California girl with a tan
who went to the beach with Tiger Lily
and wore a polka dot bikini
My mother raised five lost boys
My father was a pirate
And before I knew that a pipe playing Pan
could elicit Pan-ic in the hearts of men
I was struck with an anxiety disorder
that made my hands shake
too heavy to lift
too tired to clap for an ailing fairy
I didn’t want to need a mother
or be afraid of my father
or face the croc who swallowed the clock
and knew my real age
Before I learned that Pan was a nature spirit
whose name meant “to pasture”
I had already moved to the country
I understood the importance of the shadow
and taught my sons to sew
They played on the ledge
behind our living room curtains
“Can you see Neverland? I asked them
“Have you met Tinkerbell?”
I wore a feather in my hair
like Peter wore in his cap
fell in love with a John named Joe
sewed a fallen hem with the point of my pen
and jumped off the plank into the underworld
I found the flower child in Peter
the poet, and the courage to clap for myself
I danced on the ledge and looked down
saw the flickering light
threatening darkness
was the promise Peter made
told to innocent children
while time was ticking
Where is the pixie dust?
Will my children be snatched?
Am I too old to skip or sit on the sidewalk?
Will I see a white light and tunnel
on my way to Neverland?
Before I knew that Pan was a lustful wildman
and that Peter was lonely when the boys went home
I was a child who knew I’d never fly
I was a girl determined
not to join the ranks
of the lost adults of Neverland
not to be tied to a 9 to 5
wearing panty hose and stilettos
in the middle of July
_______Colleen Redman, written around 2006 and previously published at Della Donna, a lit webzine for women HERE. It seems timely to repost this, which was also read from a poet’s soap box at Floydfest in 2007, after just seeing the Floyd Community Theatre Guilds young actors performance of Peter Pan and Wendy. / Poets United / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
October 23rd, 2016 9:28 am
This is great writing.
October 23rd, 2016 10:42 am
Colleen, Im so glad you reposted this. This is funny and true and real and made me tear up here and there. The trip has been amazing, hasnt it.
Brava, brava, brava
October 23rd, 2016 11:37 am
This was a wonderful read, there are so many ideas in the old stories we can project ourselves on…
October 23rd, 2016 11:38 am
TOTAL Love! Thank you. I am in here, too. I am keeping this forever.
October 23rd, 2016 12:00 pm
Marvelous. I had not read this before. It is so complete and wonderful. Applause from here.
October 23rd, 2016 1:03 pm
Beautifully poignant ❤️
October 23rd, 2016 1:43 pm
How I LOVE this poem! A wonderful telling of growing up and finding one’s own path through the maze the lost adults leave behind. Awesome write, Colleen! I loved it.
October 23rd, 2016 1:52 pm
This is really brilliant!
October 24th, 2016 9:08 pm
This was a marvel to read!
October 25th, 2016 4:36 am
WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL!!!!! Very Beautiful and perfect in every way, my dear!
October 25th, 2016 10:58 am
This is such a wonderful poem. I so enjoyed the contrast of myth and tale, especially since I was a bit in love with Peter myself.
This always worried me: Peter was lonely when the boys went home…
October 25th, 2016 3:10 pm
This is wonderful. Such a heartfelt piece of writing.
October 25th, 2016 7:02 pm
“A John named Joe”–I’m envisioning a whole story out of that–lol
October 26th, 2016 2:17 am
I still don’t want to grow up! What a wonderful poem! I love all the different cultural references, including the Beach Boys, as well as the personal story that is woven into it. My favourite stanza – hard to choose but I think it has to be:
‘I wore a feather in my hair
like Peter wore in his cap
fell in love with a John named Joe
sewed a fallen hem with the point of my pen
and jumped off the plank into the underworld’.
October 26th, 2016 10:28 am
Wow, this is fantastic. Whoosh!
October 26th, 2016 6:54 pm
I love the story of innocence coming to terms with adulthood and the anxieties it brings. Touching and whimsical.
October 28th, 2016 8:13 am
Bravo! I love it all, and especially the assertion of freedom in the final verse.