melissa

 

Bruised leaves beneath soles
green this morning lemon-brushed
on the edges:

a plant named for
the mother of bees
should sting the tongue
similar to sorrel,
and does not:

but be careful in foraging:
the difference in scent
between chervil and hemlock
blurs between parsley and parsnip

some poisons are palatable, sweeten
the difference between dream and dying
slender as the space
between heartbeats.

 

***Not calling lemon balm (Melissa officinalis) poison, though it can be a mild sedative.  This came out of a conversation with Ray Max.  Reminded me of a few other dicey herbal choices some people have made, and not deliberately, like our teacher Socrates.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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14 Responses to melissa

  1. I never knew Melissa was a plant! Very cool – and educational. 🙂

  2. Very nice, interesting poem. Is the picture of Lemon Balm?

  3. as always – delightful

  4. my sense are awake now. beautiful.

  5. nelle says:

    Food to die for?

    • Just the hemlock. (and supposedly sorrel, in HUGE amounts).. From what I can tell, it looks exactly like chervil. From what I have heard/read, though, hemlock tastes as nasty as what it will do to you. Came out of a conversation about poisonous plants.

  6. Beautiful write–I love the world in your eyes

  7. some poisons are palatable, sweeten
    the difference between dream and dying
    slender as the space
    between heartbeats.

    Deep truth, Susan in more ways than one. A wonderful poem, as always 🙂

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