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“"I traced the ridge of his hair through my fingertips like a Braille version"”
Jane Weir · Poppies
Focus: “Braille”
The mother reads her son's features like Braille — a system for the blind. She is already learning to navigate his absence through touch and memory, as if preparing for a world where she can no longer see him.
Technique 1 — TACTILE IMAGERY & SIMILE — 'BRAILLE'
The simile comparing the mother's touch to reading Braille is extraordinarily precise. Braille is a language read by the blind — Weir implies the mother is already losing sight of her son, already anticipating the absence she cannot yet see. Touch becomes a substitute for vision, and the act of 'reading' his face suggests she is memorising him, encoding (storing) every detail against the coming loss.
The verb 'traced' carries multiple resonances: tracing as in following a contour, tracing as in drawing (trying to copy/preserve), and tracing as in detective work (trying to find someone who is missing). This polysemic richness turns a simple domestic gesture — a mother smoothing her son's hair — into a prefigurative act of mourning. She is already grieving before the loss has occurred.
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RAD — STAGNATE
The mother is trapped in emotional stagnation — suspended between her son's departure and the possibility of his death. The poem never confirms whether he is dead or simply gone; this ambiguity is the source of her suffering. She cannot grieve because there may be nothing to grieve for; she cannot move on because she is permanently waiting. War creates a state of suspended animation for the families left behind.
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Technique 2 — DOMESTIC IMAGERY VS MILITARY LANGUAGE
Weir juxtaposes domestic imagery (sewing, smoothing collars, Sellotape, cats) with military references (poppies, 'blockade', 'war memorial'). This collision of registers makes the reader feel the intrusion of war into ordinary life. The mother's world is measured in domestic rituals — making breakfast, adjusting blazers — but the military has colonised (taken over) even these spaces: a lapel poppy becomes a symbol of potential death.
The time scheme is deliberately ambiguous: it seems to collapse the boy's first day at school, his departure for war, and the mother's visit to a memorial into a single narrative. Weir suggests that for a mother, every departure is the same departure — the pain of separation is a continuum, not a series of events. The specific war is unnamed; the grief is universal.
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Context (AO3)
THE WAR ON TERROR & FAMILIES
Weir wrote 'Poppies' as part of a collection commissioned by the Poetry Archive to mark the War on Terror (post-2001 conflicts in Iraq and Afghanistan). The poem centres the experience of those left behind — primarily women and mothers — whose suffering is often invisible in war narratives. Weir challenges the traditional war poem, which focuses on the soldier's experience, by shifting the locus (centre point) of pain to the domestic sphere.
THE POPPY AS SYMBOL
The red poppy has been a symbol of remembrance since WWI, when poppies grew on the battlefields of Flanders. The mother pins a poppy to her son's blazer — a gesture simultaneously patriotic and terrifying, marking him as someone who may need to be remembered. Weir transforms the poppy from a public symbol of national pride into a private symbol of a mother's dread.
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WOW — ÉCRITURE FÉMININE — WOMEN'S WAR WRITING
Weir's poem can be read through the lens of écriture féminine — the French feminist concept (Hélène Cixous) that women write differently, privileging the body, sensation, and the rhythms of lived experience over abstract narrative. The poem is structured not by chronological events but by sensory fragments: the texture of a collar, the warmth of an embrace, the sound of birdsong. This non-linear structure reflects how grief actually works — not as a neat narrative with a beginning and end, but as a swirl of images, memories, and moments that return unbidden. Weir challenges the androcentric (male-centred) tradition of war poetry — from Tennyson to Owen — which treats war as a story of soldiers. By placing the mother at the centre, she reveals an entirely different war: one fought not with weapons but with waiting, hoping, and the small, devastating domestic rituals of absence.
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