Objectives By the end of today’s lesson you will be able to: explore the meaning, imagery, tone, structure and language of ‘Before You Were Mine’ by Carol Ann Duffy.

The 1950s

Content Ten years before Duffy was born, Duffy’s mother was a young girl laughing with her friends, wearing the latest fashions- a ‘polka-dot dress’. She stayed out late dancing, even though she knew she would get ‘a hiding’. She was rebellious. She was flirtatious with ‘high-heeled red shoes’ and ‘small bites’ on her neck. She loved dancing. Duffy seems to miss the girl she fell in love with as a spirit before she was born as this girl’s daughter. How has Duffy’s mother changed?

Content In Buddhism, people believe we choose our parents. We look down watch people on earth. When we find the right parents that will let us progress on our journey, we are born. In this poem, the narrator goes back in time to 10 years before she is born, and watches her mother.

I'm ten years away from the corner you laugh on with your pals, Maggie McGeeney and Jean Duff. The three of you bend from the waist, holding each other, or your knees, and shriek at the pavement. Your polka-dot dress blows round your legs. Marilyn. I'm not here yet. The thought of me doesn't occur in the ballroom with the thousand eyes, the fizzy, movie tomorrows the right walk home could bring. I knew you would dance like that. Before you were mine, your Ma stands at the close with a hiding for the late one. You reckon it's worth it. The decade ahead of my loud, possessive yell was the best one, eh? I remember my hands in those high-heeled red shoes, relics, and now your ghost clatters toward me over George Square till I see you, clear as scent, under the tree, with its lights, and whose small bites on your neck, sweetheart? Cha cha cha! You'd teach me the steps on the way home from Mass, stamping stars from the wrong pavement. Even then I wanted the bold girl winking in Portobello, somewhere in Scotland, before I was born. That glamorous love lasts where you sparkle and waltz and laugh before you were mine.

Before you were mine I'm ten years away from the corner you laugh on with your pals, Maggie McGeeney and Jean Duff. The three of you bend from the waist, holding each other, or your knees, and shriek at the pavement. Your polka-dot dress blows round your legs. Marilyn. I'm not here yet. The thought of me doesn't occur in the ballroom with the thousand eyes, the fizzy, movie tomorrows the right walk home could bring. I knew you would dance like that. Before you were mine, your Ma stands at the close with a hiding for the late one. You reckon it's worth it. Laid out in regular form like a photo album First person narrative, personal tone Ten years before the poets birth Marilyn Monroe represents glamour and fame Vibrant colour Images of a carefree and happy world Reminder this is before the poet’s birth Her mother Mine meaning “my mother” Image suggest life of excitement Buzz of the unknown, thrill of the chase She is recognising that once her mother had a life which she couldn’t imagine having a child

The decade ahead of my loud, possessive yell was the best one, eh? I remember my hands in those high-heeled red shoes, relics, and now your ghost clatters toward me over George Square till I see you, clear as scent, under the tree, with its lights, and whose small bites on your neck, sweetheart? Cha cha cha! You'd teach me the steps on the way home from Mass, stamping stars from the wrong pavement. Even then I wanted the bold girl winking in Portobello, somewhere in Scotland, before I was born. That glamorous love lasts where you sparkle and waltz and laugh before you were mine. Memory of the poet as a child Appeals to sense of smell Suggested passion Her memories of shoes link back to her mothers past New stanza for change of perspective Teaches her daughter to dance This person is now dead Uncomfortable irony? Suggests the poet wanted her mother even before she was born Suggests youth and enjoyment Links back to Marilyn Monroe