Poetry Friday: Last Poem for National Poetry Month, I Come From


Thanks to  Liz at Elizabeth Steinglass for providing all the Poetry Friday goodness today.

Happy May Day! Yesterday I decided to celebrate the 2020 Progressive Poem and share my final Food, Family, Feasts’ poem for Poetry Friday. With all the food featured in April, I thought of the “I Come From” poem would be a good way to celebrate the month.

A Box of Recipes

I’m from bleu cheese-cauliflower-tomato soup casserole at Thanksgiving

in the desert

From Grandma Mac and Great Aunt Blanche

I’m from the ricers of potatoes and picklers of eggs and beets

From rubbing the ends of cucumbers  and sesame “S” cookies for Santa

I’m from usige-beatha, water of life 

I’m from So-Cal and Scotland

Crannachan, scones, and tea,

From the spaghetti and meatballs, a feast for company

From a graham cracker pie recipe, a sign of love

The Sicilian Pie made by my husband taught by his Nana

A three tined fork carried by my great grandfather soldier,

during the Civil War

A hundred year old cast iron skillet with untold stories

From fresh lemons for a velvety custard

and egg whites whipped into a meringue

I am a box of recipes blending generations

©jone rush macculloch (2020, draft)

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16 Responses to Poetry Friday: Last Poem for National Poetry Month, I Come From

  1. Kay Mcgriff says:

    I love your food twist on the I’m From poem. Reading yours, I was swamped by my own memories wrapped up in food passed down through generations and shared with new and old friends.

  2. Michelle Heidenrich Barnes says:

    Great idea to write and I am from poem solely from the context of food, Jone. It really works! Liz mentioned my favorite line too. 🙂

  3. A brilliant twist on the “where I’m from” poem, Jone! Hey, BTW, I make a mean Raspberry Cranachan Crumble, if I do say so myself. My people are from Inverness, so it’s in my genes!

    • I also forgot that the final stanza of my current “I’m from” reads: “I’m from roots sunk deep/
      In Scottish peat/Slathered in haggis and thick cut orange marmalade/
      A wee dram for good measure.” Slange Var!

  4. I love your poem, Jone. Now I must try one. Thanks for the inspiration, and for hosting.

  5. maryleehahn says:

    I’m from “picklers of eggs and beets,” too!

  6. cvarsalona says:

    This is a wonderful poem filled with special thoughts from and about your family history. I love looking at the foods you created this month, especially those chocolate cookies. Can you please let me know which poem matches the cookies?

  7. What a mouth-watering poem, Jone! What a great idea for the format, too. I’m intrigued by the stories that would come out of that frying pan and your great-grandfather’s fork. We all are a “box of recipes blending generations.”

  8. Linda Mitchell says:

    Jone, this is wonderful! What a beautiful collection of heritage within these recipes. Well done! Congrats on completing NPM with flair!

  9. Oh, this is lovely–I especially like the cast iron skillet and the Scottish foods. Love the details that reflect your own and your family’s history. Beautiful!

  10. janicescully says:

    Our memories are greatly formed by food, and you have been influenced by many different foods and places. I wonder about the stories that skillet has to tell.

  11. You ‘come from’ mouthwatering lineage! ‘A graham cracker pie’? Yes, please!

  12. Liz Steinglass says:

    What a perfect way to do an I’m from poem. I especially like the line I’m from the ricers of potatoes and picklers of eggs and beats.

  13. Sally Murphy says:

    Oh how clever – I want to meet the ancestors behind all these recipes and taste their foods too.

  14. lindabaie says:

    What a list, Jone, each one another story/poem! I love the ending, too!

  15. Beautiful poem and delicious list of global foods.

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