My English teacher in school gave us the task of writing a four-line poem about an object that played a significant role in shaping our identity.
It took me a quite a while to decide what object I wanted to write about – there are so many things that have influenced me throughout my 15 (almost 16!) years of life! So, I decided to start by thinking back to my younger years, and to the roots of my identity. What do I remember the most clearly? What did I hold closest to my heart?
From that sprouted the idea of basing my divine, almighty virtuous four lines off a… stinky towel.
Now, my towel was more of a thin, baby yellow blanket that I would snuggle under every night or wrap myself around with when reading a book. In other words, I had so much affection for and attachment to this yellow blanket that I used it almost all of the time, to the point where it got a little worn-out, and well, stinky. I was adamant on sleeping with it every night until it no longer covered me from head to toe, and I grew out of it.
I still have it under my bed, thought, and it’s probably as small and stinky as before.
My Stinky Towel
You were stinky. Yet forever the same in your silky sympathy.
Caressing my cub-paws in a cocoon, which clawed dust
that your modesty never failed to pet clean. But
Now a tiger’s – your stinkiness did not live up to my impurity.
What’s your interpretation of the poem? What’s an object that you think represents you the best?
It’s been a bit difficult to keep up with my poetry writing since school’s started, but like how I was determined to have my stinky towel with me at all times, I’m determined to compile enough poems to make a book!
Will be posting something longer next, what would you like to see?