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Choose a task Choose a task based on the poem. Activity A Activity C Activity E Activity D Activity B My Mothers Perfume by Pascale Petit Strange how her perfume used to arrive long before she did, a jade cloud that sent me hurrying
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Choose a task Choose a task based on the poem. Activity A Activity C Activity E Activity D Activity B My Mother’s Perfume – by Pascale Petit –<br>
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Strange how her perfume used to arrive long before she did,
a jade cloud that sent me hurrying
first to the loo, then to an upstairs window to watch for her taxi.
I’d prepare myself
by trying to remember her face, without feeling afraid. As she drew
nearer I’d get braver
until her scent got so strong I could taste the coins in the bottom
of her handbag.
And here I am forty years on, still half-expecting her. Though now
I just have to open
the stopper of an expensive French bottle, daring only a whiff of
Shalimar
which Jacques Guerlain created from the vanilla orchid vine.
Her ghostly face
might shiver like Christ’s on Veronica’s veil – a green-gold blossom
that sends me back
to the first day of the school holidays, the way I used to practise
kissing her cheek
by kissing the glass. My eyes scanned the long road for a speck
while the air turned amber.
Even now, the scent of vanilla stings like a cane. But I can also smell
roses and jasmine
in the bottle’s top notes, my legs wading through the fragrant path,
to the gloved hand emerging
from a black taxi at the gate of Grandmother’s garden. And for a
moment I think I am safe.
Then Maman turns to me with a smile like a dropped
perfume bottle, her essence spilt. How does the poet use the senses to recall a powerful memory in this first section of the poem? Activity A Menu What is ‘strange’ about the way the smell of the perfume is used here? My Mother’s Perfume – by Pascale Petit – As the mother gets closer, another sense is used. What impressions do you get here?<br>
a jade cloud that sent me hurrying
first to the loo, then to an upstairs window to watch for her taxi.
I’d prepare myself
by trying to remember her face, without feeling afraid. As she drew
nearer I’d get braver
until her scent got so strong I could taste the coins in the bottom
of her handbag.
And here I am forty years on, still half-expecting her. Though now
I just have to open
the stopper of an expensive French bottle, daring only a whiff of
Shalimar
which Jacques Guerlain created from the vanilla orchid vine.
Her ghostly face
might shiver like Christ’s on Veronica’s veil – a green-gold blossom
that sends me back
to the first day of the school holidays, the way I used to practise
kissing her cheek
by kissing the glass. My eyes scanned the long road for a speck
while the air turned amber.
Even now, the scent of vanilla stings like a cane. But I can also smell
roses and jasmine
in the bottle’s top notes, my legs wading through the fragrant path,
to the gloved hand emerging
from a black taxi at the gate of Grandmother’s garden. And for a
moment I think I am safe.
Then Maman turns to me with a smile like a dropped
perfume bottle, her essence spilt. How does the poet use the senses to recall a powerful memory in this first section of the poem? Activity A Menu What is ‘strange’ about the way the smell of the perfume is used here? My Mother’s Perfume – by Pascale Petit – As the mother gets closer, another sense is used. What impressions do you get here?<br>
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Strange how her perfume used to arrive long before she did,
a jade cloud that sent me hurrying
first to the loo, then to an upstairs window to watch for her taxi.
I’d prepare myself
by trying to remember her face, without feeling afraid. As she drew
nearer I’d get braver
until her scent got so strong I could taste the coins in the bottom
of her handbag.
And here I am forty years on, still half-expecting her. Though now
I just have to open
the stopper of an expensive French bottle, daring only a whiff of
Shalimar
which Jacques Guerlain created from the vanilla orchid vine.
Her ghostly face
might shiver like Christ’s on Veronica’s veil – a green-gold blossom
that sends me back
to the first day of the school holidays, the way I used to practise
kissing her cheek
by kissing the glass. My eyes scanned the long road for a speck
while the air turned amber.
Even now, the scent of vanilla stings like a cane. But I can also smell
roses and jasmine
in the bottle’s top notes, my legs wading through the fragrant path,
to the gloved hand emerging
from a black taxi at the gate of Grandmother’s garden. And for a
moment I think I am safe.
Then Maman turns to me with a smile like a dropped
perfume bottle, her essence spilt. How does the poet show how the daughter feels about her mother in this stanza? Activity B Menu My Mother’s Perfume – by Pascale Petit –<br>
a jade cloud that sent me hurrying
first to the loo, then to an upstairs window to watch for her taxi.
I’d prepare myself
by trying to remember her face, without feeling afraid. As she drew
nearer I’d get braver
until her scent got so strong I could taste the coins in the bottom
of her handbag.
And here I am forty years on, still half-expecting her. Though now
I just have to open
the stopper of an expensive French bottle, daring only a whiff of
Shalimar
which Jacques Guerlain created from the vanilla orchid vine.
Her ghostly face
might shiver like Christ’s on Veronica’s veil – a green-gold blossom
that sends me back
to the first day of the school holidays, the way I used to practise
kissing her cheek
by kissing the glass. My eyes scanned the long road for a speck
while the air turned amber.
Even now, the scent of vanilla stings like a cane. But I can also smell
roses and jasmine
in the bottle’s top notes, my legs wading through the fragrant path,
to the gloved hand emerging
from a black taxi at the gate of Grandmother’s garden. And for a
moment I think I am safe.
Then Maman turns to me with a smile like a dropped
perfume bottle, her essence spilt. How does the poet show how the daughter feels about her mother in this stanza? Activity B Menu My Mother’s Perfume – by Pascale Petit –<br>
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Strange how her perfume used to arrive long before she did,
a jade cloud that sent me hurrying
first to the loo, then to an upstairs window to watch for her taxi.
I’d prepare myself
by trying to remember her face, without feeling afraid. As she drew
nearer I’d get braver
until her scent got so strong I could taste the coins in the bottom
of her handbag.
And here I am forty years on, still half-expecting her. Though now
I just have to open
the stopper of an expensive French bottle, daring only a whiff of
Shalimar
which Jacques Guerlain created from the vanilla orchid vine.
Her ghostly face
might shiver like Christ’s on Veronica’s veil – a green-gold blossom
that sends me back
to the first day of the school holidays, the way I used to practise
kissing her cheek
by kissing the glass. My eyes scanned the long road for a speck
while the air turned amber.
Even now, the scent of vanilla stings like a cane. But I can also smell
roses and jasmine
in the bottle’s top notes, my legs wading through the fragrant path,
to the gloved hand emerging
from a black taxi at the gate of Grandmother’s garden. And for a
moment I think I am safe.
Then Maman turns to me with a smile like a dropped
perfume bottle, her essence spilt. How does the poet remember her mother now? Activity C Menu Why is the poet ‘still half-expecting her’? My Mother’s Perfume – by Pascale Petit – What are your overall impressions of the mother at this stage?<br>
a jade cloud that sent me hurrying
first to the loo, then to an upstairs window to watch for her taxi.
I’d prepare myself
by trying to remember her face, without feeling afraid. As she drew
nearer I’d get braver
until her scent got so strong I could taste the coins in the bottom
of her handbag.
And here I am forty years on, still half-expecting her. Though now
I just have to open
the stopper of an expensive French bottle, daring only a whiff of
Shalimar
which Jacques Guerlain created from the vanilla orchid vine.
Her ghostly face
might shiver like Christ’s on Veronica’s veil – a green-gold blossom
that sends me back
to the first day of the school holidays, the way I used to practise
kissing her cheek
by kissing the glass. My eyes scanned the long road for a speck
while the air turned amber.
Even now, the scent of vanilla stings like a cane. But I can also smell
roses and jasmine
in the bottle’s top notes, my legs wading through the fragrant path,
to the gloved hand emerging
from a black taxi at the gate of Grandmother’s garden. And for a
moment I think I am safe.
Then Maman turns to me with a smile like a dropped
perfume bottle, her essence spilt. How does the poet remember her mother now? Activity C Menu Why is the poet ‘still half-expecting her’? My Mother’s Perfume – by Pascale Petit – What are your overall impressions of the mother at this stage?<br>
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Strange how her perfume used to arrive long before she did,
a jade cloud that sent me hurrying
first to the loo, then to an upstairs window to watch for her taxi.
I’d prepare myself
by trying to remember her face, without feeling afraid. As she drew
nearer I’d get braver
until her scent got so strong I could taste the coins in the bottom
of her handbag.
And here I am forty years on, still half-expecting her. Though now
I just have to open
the stopper of an expensive French bottle, daring only a whiff of
Shalimar
which Jacques Guerlain created from the vanilla orchid vine.
Her ghostly face
might shiver like Christ’s on Veronica’s veil – a green-gold blossom
that sends me back
to the first day of the school holidays, the way I used to practise
kissing her cheek
by kissing the glass. My eyes scanned the long road for a speck
while the air turned amber.
Even now, the scent of vanilla stings like a cane. But I can also smell
roses and jasmine
in the bottle’s top notes, my legs wading through the fragrant path,
to the gloved hand emerging
from a black taxi at the gate of Grandmother’s garden. And for a
moment I think I am safe.
Then Maman turns to me with a smile like a dropped
perfume bottle, her essence spilt. How does the poet shape our impressions of her mother in these lines? Activity D Menu Veronica’s veil refers to a religious miracle or legend about the image of Christ being imprinted on a veil used to wipe the brow of Jesus on the way to his crucifixion. What ideas does this image suggest? My Mother’s Perfume – by Pascale Petit – Are the child's actions similar or different from those described earlier? What do they tell you about her attitude towards her mother?<br>
a jade cloud that sent me hurrying
first to the loo, then to an upstairs window to watch for her taxi.
I’d prepare myself
by trying to remember her face, without feeling afraid. As she drew
nearer I’d get braver
until her scent got so strong I could taste the coins in the bottom
of her handbag.
And here I am forty years on, still half-expecting her. Though now
I just have to open
the stopper of an expensive French bottle, daring only a whiff of
Shalimar
which Jacques Guerlain created from the vanilla orchid vine.
Her ghostly face
might shiver like Christ’s on Veronica’s veil – a green-gold blossom
that sends me back
to the first day of the school holidays, the way I used to practise
kissing her cheek
by kissing the glass. My eyes scanned the long road for a speck
while the air turned amber.
Even now, the scent of vanilla stings like a cane. But I can also smell
roses and jasmine
in the bottle’s top notes, my legs wading through the fragrant path,
to the gloved hand emerging
from a black taxi at the gate of Grandmother’s garden. And for a
moment I think I am safe.
Then Maman turns to me with a smile like a dropped
perfume bottle, her essence spilt. How does the poet shape our impressions of her mother in these lines? Activity D Menu Veronica’s veil refers to a religious miracle or legend about the image of Christ being imprinted on a veil used to wipe the brow of Jesus on the way to his crucifixion. What ideas does this image suggest? My Mother’s Perfume – by Pascale Petit – Are the child's actions similar or different from those described earlier? What do they tell you about her attitude towards her mother?<br>
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Strange how her perfume used to arrive long before she did,
a jade cloud that sent me hurrying
first to the loo, then to an upstairs window to watch for her taxi.
I’d prepare myself
by trying to remember her face, without feeling afraid. As she drew
nearer I’d get braver
until her scent got so strong I could taste the coins in the bottom
of her handbag.
And here I am forty years on, still half-expecting her. Though now
I just have to open
the stopper of an expensive French bottle, daring only a whiff of
Shalimar
which Jacques Guerlain created from the vanilla orchid vine.
Her ghostly face
might shiver like Christ’s on Veronica’s veil – a green-gold blossom
that sends me back
to the first day of the school holidays, the way I used to practise
kissing her cheek
by kissing the glass. My eyes scanned the long road for a speck
while the air turned amber.
Even now, the scent of vanilla stings like a cane. But I can also smell
roses and jasmine
in the bottle’s top notes, my legs wading through the fragrant path,
to the gloved hand emerging
from a black taxi at the gate of Grandmother’s garden. And for a
moment I think I am safe.
Then Maman turns to me with a smile like a dropped
perfume bottle, her essence spilt. What do you think the poet thinks and feels about her mother as she looks back on her childhood? Activity E Menu The mother herself is only shown at the end of the poem. What do you notice about the way the mother and daughter meet? My Mother’s Perfume – by Pascale Petit – What makes the ending of the poem so chilling? How is the image of the mother’s perfume used in the poem?<br>
a jade cloud that sent me hurrying
first to the loo, then to an upstairs window to watch for her taxi.
I’d prepare myself
by trying to remember her face, without feeling afraid. As she drew
nearer I’d get braver
until her scent got so strong I could taste the coins in the bottom
of her handbag.
And here I am forty years on, still half-expecting her. Though now
I just have to open
the stopper of an expensive French bottle, daring only a whiff of
Shalimar
which Jacques Guerlain created from the vanilla orchid vine.
Her ghostly face
might shiver like Christ’s on Veronica’s veil – a green-gold blossom
that sends me back
to the first day of the school holidays, the way I used to practise
kissing her cheek
by kissing the glass. My eyes scanned the long road for a speck
while the air turned amber.
Even now, the scent of vanilla stings like a cane. But I can also smell
roses and jasmine
in the bottle’s top notes, my legs wading through the fragrant path,
to the gloved hand emerging
from a black taxi at the gate of Grandmother’s garden. And for a
moment I think I am safe.
Then Maman turns to me with a smile like a dropped
perfume bottle, her essence spilt. What do you think the poet thinks and feels about her mother as she looks back on her childhood? Activity E Menu The mother herself is only shown at the end of the poem. What do you notice about the way the mother and daughter meet? My Mother’s Perfume – by Pascale Petit – What makes the ending of the poem so chilling? How is the image of the mother’s perfume used in the poem?<br>