матрёшка (Matryoshka}




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Paper lined your eyes
and cyrillic your tongue

as you loosened both,
plucking the stories of us

from mother soil
before we knew who we were

forming us, a decoupage
in Russian.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt

Today, Susan challenges us to write about teachers at Poets United Mid-Week  My poem is for my father, who taught Russian to so many, and who gave me and my sister both, a Russian soul in the process--






A matryoshka doll (Russian: матрёшка;, matrëška), also known as a Russian nesting doll, or Russian doll, refers to a set of wooden dolls of decreasing size placed one inside another. The name is believed to be a derivative of "Matriosha" or "Matriona," which were female names that enjoyed immense popularity among Russian peasants. The name connotes the matriarch of a big Russian family.(from Wikipedia)

Comments

  1. what a cool tribute to your father . pulling stories from you and the mother soil is a cool way of seeing it

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  2. Gorgeous! An artist/teacher and stones and stories and dolls . . . I loved my early teachers who hardly knew what they were doing. But I gather from your note that your Dad knew. The poem is much bigger then its few lines. Bravo!

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  3. I believed I have seen one of those dolls ~ I love plucking the stories from mother soil ~ A good tribute to your father Audrey ~

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  4. I am sure each of us will hope that our children will remember something of our past that they can be proud of.

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  5. Wow, a father who was a teacher, who grew in you a Russian soul. How very cool. I loved this.

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  6. Oh wow...I'm grateful for your note and then a reread...enriched your poem immensely. Awesome metaphor for this.

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  7. I have a hand painted nesting doll, one of my College professors brought back from Russia for me. There is a sense of deep abiding love in your words for the man, the father, and the teacher,

    Elizabeth

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  8. "plucking the stories of us / from mother soil" how lovingly he grew in you a Russian soul...a beautiful tribute to your father...

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  9. I love the Cyrillic tongue.. what a wonderful thing to be taught. Nothing like having more than one language.

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  10. Lucky you, both, Audrey! Exposed to a different culture and another language is a privilege not many have. Great lines!

    Hank

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  11. Passing on a unique and magical story is truly a gift - a fitting tribute and wonderful poem

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  12. What a fascinating way to give tribute to your father and your native soil (soul)....well done!

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  13. This is oh so touching!! Absolutely lovely :)

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  14. A perfect tribute to your father who taught you how to stay ocnnected to your culture. Beautiful Audrey.

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  15. You tell us so much of your father in so few words. I get that he may have had a commanding presence but not in a harsh way. Loving tribute to him.

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  16. This is truly an iconic image, one that gives me pause. Your poem captures it beautifully, and I thoroughly enjoy how you share a little bit about your father in this post too. Wishing you a wonderful weekend :)

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  17. Lovely and tender - delicate, really. The last line so figuratively and poetically: layered and nuanced. A wonderful little piece.

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  18. A lovely acknowledgment of what he gave you.

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  19. Lovely couplets. Such a touching tribute - to your father and hometown. That's a gorgeous image

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  20. Such an evocative poem, Audrey. Beautiful and laconic but enclosing much, just like a set of matryoshka dolls.

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