Grafted to my oak stem,
your pink camellia
that we formed
more scented of
than of my own
I was me plus you,
a new color,
a new species,
on this green
Like one cornflower
in a field of flowers.
Copyright 2021 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Thanks to Margaret Simon for inspiring another poem. Her photo made me remember holding my daughter, a new being who had been part of me, yet was entirely her own person. Motherhood changed me forever, and I don’t regret a day of it.
Writing Tip: Emily Dickinson’s poem, Tell all the truth but tell it slant, gives away a writer’s tradecraft. When I tell something slant, I may take a close personal perspective and make it broad, or visa versa. Perhaps I turn the object of my writing into something else through metaphor, symbolism, or themes. Tell it slant.
Tell all the truth but tell it slant — (1263)
— Emily Dickinson
Tell all the truth but tell it slant —
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth’s superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind —