|photo by me|
Under each of his
uncut fingernails is a
half-moon of black.
No fewer than twelve
hang from his backpack.
He returns from the library
joy on his face
hugging his new stack.
After twenty-two weeks
his brave facade
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015
When I started writing this poem, each of the "tracks" was written with a different student in mind. Before I hit "publish," I switched all the pronouns so that they matched. Now it sounds like it's about ONE person (which makes it fiction now), but I think it has better flow and tells a story...even if it's fiction...or maybe especially because it's fiction!ReplyDelete
I was fascinated by the story behind your poem and clicked on your link hoping to learn more. Thanks for sharing your process.ReplyDelete
I hope you will share more about the photo. I love it as I do the poem.ReplyDelete
The photo is of tire tracks in light snow in the parking lot at school. I was stuck by the geometry, the color, and the light.Delete
The details are so real. It feels like it's one kid. And I want to know more of his story. A novel in verse?ReplyDelete
What a wonderful pairing of the photo and the poem, Mary Lee. The careful details in the writing (half-moon of black, jangling keys, stack of books...) contrasts with the monochrome photo, yet each are traces of a story.ReplyDelete