Monday, October 20, 2014

Monday Morning Poetry: "Slicing the Bread" (Trochimczyk)

I was never a morning person; and I'm definitely not a Monday morning person!  However, I'm trying to ease what is (for me) a rough transition by spending a few minutes with a classic poem.  Call it preemptive therapy.  Or call it "Monday Morning Poetry," which sounds much prettier, right?  Right.

This one isn't a classic-- yet-- but it's from a volume that I'm anticipating: Slicing the Bread, a collection of poetry that offers a child's perspective on war-torn Poland.  The concept grabs me, as my mother and uncle-- children of Polish forced laborers-- had been born in a displaced person's camp after World War II.  What was it like? The perennial question.

Maja Trochimczyk, Slicing the Bread(publication: October 25, 2014)

From the title poem:

"Every week, her mother ate dziad soup –
fit for a beggar, made with crumbled wheat buns,
stale sourdough loaves, pieces of dark rye
soaked in hot tea with honey.
She liked it. She wanted to remember
its taste."

I love the humility of this memory-- its basic, fundamental level.  (The food!)  My own childhood memories are a series of smells, tastes, still images, songs on the radio... 

What was it like?  Perhaps poetry offers the best possible answer.


  1. Thanks for reposting - I'm really glad you did, it is not a book FOR children, but ABOUT a child's perspective at events that are too horrid and too scary to comprehend...

    1. I understand that it is not for children. Did this not come across in my post...? I'm just trying to understand why you wanted to clarify that point.

  2. For another stunning poem-- "The Spoon"-- from this forthcoming book, please scroll to the very end of this post: