"Tintype on the Pond, 1925"

American Life in Poetry: Column 035
U.S. poet laureate

Massachusetts poet J. Lorraine Brown has used an unusual image in “Tintype on the Pond, 1925.” This poem, like many others, offers us a unique experience, presented as a gift, for us to respond to as we will. We need not ferret out a hidden message. How many of us will recall this little scene the next time we see ice skates or a Sunday-dinner roast?

Tintype on the Pond, 1925
Believe it or not,
the old woman said,
and I tried to picture it:
a girl,
the polished white ribs of a roast
tied to her boots with twine,
the twine coated with candle wax
so she could glide uninterrupted
across the ice —
my mother,
skating on bones.
Reprinted from “Eclipse” by permission of the author. Poem copyright (c) 2004 by J. Lorraine Brown.

This weekly column is supported by The Poetry Foundation, The Library of Congress and the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln.

92 days

Poppy is three months old today. Since Oct. 15, she has started rolling over and, sometimes, laughing. She’s a tough crowd, though, so we have to work pretty hard to get a laugh out of her.
She rolled over (tummy to back) for the first time on my birthday. She’s working on rolling back-to-tummy; she hasn’t quite mastered getting her arm out of the way.

Poppy continues to amaze me every day. I look at her sometimes and still can’t believe she’s here and she’s my little girl!

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