For the past few weeks, my writing has taken a backseat to the busyness of life. One poem in particular has me stumped. So I went looking for models to emulate. I don’t think the structure of this poem, from Margarita Engle’s verse memoir Enchanted Air, will work for my poem, but it touched my heart.
“Turtle Came to See Me”
by Margarita Engle
The first story I ever write
is a bright crayon picture
of a dancing tree, the branches
tossed by island wind.
I draw myself standing beside the tree,
with a colorful parrot soaring above me,
and a magical turtle clasped in my hand,
and two yellow wings fluttering
on the proud shoulders of my ruffled
Cuban rumba dancer’s
In my California kindergarten class,
the teacher scolds me: REAL TREES
DON’T LOOK LIKE THAT.
Read the rest of the poem here.
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13 thoughts on “Poetry Friday: “Turtle Came to See Me””
I love Enchanted Air. Such an excellent book.
Love this poem and Enchanted Air. Thanks for reminding me that I should read it again. 🙂
I loved Enchanted Air too, like Brenda, and this poem reminds me of all those who’ve made a bit of fun at their students trying to be creative. Best wishes for your search, Catherine!
I love the vividness of Margarita’s poetry – and this is a wonderful book, Catherine.
“REAL TREES DON’T LOOK LIKE THAT” reminds me of Eric Carle’s “The Artist Who Painted A Blue Horse.” He, Carle, had always been told to draw/paint things using the “real” color. His eyes were opened when he went to a museum and saw a painting featuring a blue horse. Lovely poem.
This is a beautiful poem. I want to read Enchanted Air.
Heartbreaking – we spend so much of our lives being forced into boxes that don’t necessarily fit our backgrounds, our personalities, or preferences or our needs, and it can take years to work our way back out of those boxes.
Ouch. How often have I been wrong just because something doesn’t fit my world view?
Oh, I just love that poem by Margarita. Had to share it with my daughter’s art teacher who I know will relate to it on a personal level. On another subject, I thought I already responded to your PF post for this week, Catherine, but it must have been an older post. I really do need to clean up the tabs on my desktop, but lucky you—it’s 2 for 1 day!
In 1973 Mrs. Maker yelled at Debbie Sherlock for coloring hair on a coloring page purple. I wonder where Debbie is today and if she laughs when she sees purple hair?
Such a moving poem – love Margarita’s work!
Thanks for this lovely poem of Margarita Engle, I would love to see her “dancing plants of Cuba.” Hope your poem comes to you soon Catherine.
Catherine, I totally understand about life getting in the way of artistic endeavors. This poem is so telling from a child’s perspective of life in the classroom. How sad that some teachers do not value the uniqueness of each child.