By Ekta R. Garg
Prompt: Write a poem with each line beginning with the words “I remember.”
I remember the first time I held a sewing needle, so long in my small palm.
I remember closing my hand around it, its pinch forcing my fingers to spring open.
I remember Mother’s fear when she saw I bled gold, not scarlet.
I remember how she decided to send me away, not caring she would be alone.
I remember my first apprenticeship with the local seamstress.
I remember how she rapped my knuckles with a ruler for not threading correctly.
I remember poking my tongue out as I concentrated on the eye.
I remember my triumph when I threaded a hundred needles in a row.
I remember the prince’s first visit, my gaze going to the stitches on his shoulders.
I remember his lofty demands for garments finer than any in all the kingdoms.
I remember staying up day and night to design and cut, to baste and scrutinize.
I remember the prince’s disbelief when he came for his fitting.
I remember the first time I stepped inside the castle, trying not to gawk.
I remember the prince’s sister looking at me with pity, asking why I came.
I remember drawing blood in front of her, her gasps pressed back with her hand.
I remember telling her I would fight for her and all the others.