I am the songs that my mother sang to me
the dust of Coty powder on her nose, cheek and chin
the peach lipstick imprints on the paper hankie
that she threw with panache into the nearest waste bin
I am the softness of my mother’s favourite sweater
the way her chiffon scarf wafted in the air
the neatness of her writing in a long-lost letter
the way she crossed her legs when she sat on a chair
I am the secrets that she never revealed
the little imperfections that she always concealed
the wrinkled hands so papery and dry
I am the blue of my mother’s eyes
Kim M. Russell, 16th July 2020
Grace is our host for Meeting the Bar today and we are writing in the fist person. ‘I am’ as part of our poems, which can be personal, or we can pretend we are other people or someone from history or fiction. We should try to tell the reader what this character sees, feels, wants, illustrating their deepest thoughts within and what the senses are drawn to.
Grace encourages us to go beyond the usual descriptions of I am (a brother, sister, friend, citizen, etc), to be experimental and creative; we should think inanimate objects, drinks, animals, planets and inter-galactic travel, streets, cities, plants, trees, or weekdays or months or years, or even pandemic terminology.
To inspire us, Grace has shared examples by Henry David Thoreau, Carl Sandburg and Juan Ramón Jiménez.