Ellen Bass’ short poem “Eating the Bones,” begins:
The women in my family
strip the succulent
flesh from broiled chicken,
scrape the drumstick clean;
bite off the cartilage chew the gristle,
crush the porous swellings
at the ends of each slender baton.
The consumption of food next turns into a metaphor for how the women love, an unexpected turn that startles and rewards. Given VoiceCatcher’s dedication to supporting women, this seems like a good time for us to write about the women in our family.
You need not necessarily write a poem. Just begin:
The women in my family …
Tell their story.
“Eating the Bones” from The Human Line (Copper Canyon Press, 2007) is used with permission.
Photo credit: Rita Ott Ramstad