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On Writing Poetry: Crafting Bells from Twigs

By Anne M. Doe Overstreet 8 Comments

Face Overlaid with Branches
As winter diminishes, there is, always, a flourish of up notes in untended orchards, fierce and insistent as Mozart’s “Jagdsinfonie, ” though this is not a vigor that will result in the largest fruit, the highest productivity. Those trees are marvelous in their spindled wildness. A first draft, if you will, quilled and unruly. Wavering silk in the same measure with furled leaves; almost the whole is there, for a moment, the thing entire.

For the tenth year, I am thinking about the future of our dwarf apple tree with its lichen-ruffled branches. Every gardener or arborist has a rule of thumb about pruning—the when of it and the how, selecting which fruiting spurs to keep, shaping, and removing storm-cracked or splintered wood for health. It is over-abundance—shoots ascending in a vertical rush—that draws me to today’s task. As it will again once the pollen-flushed blossoms droop and fall away. When a bit of color shows I will pinch the bunched knots down to one or two possibilities. Domesticated apple trees, or Malus domestica, by design are most apple (or most plum, most pear) when attended to. With my red-handled Fiskars in hand I approach. If we intend to benefit from the tree, it needs the removal of the slick superfluous limbs, those whose potential to bear fruit is small.

Soon I am ankle deep, cuttings strewn across the grass like lots. The slender sticks are perfect, each joint slimming down until it forms a tip, a dab of mauve against the grey where a rumored leaf lies in wait. I find myself reluctant to discard them. Should I read them first? Climb a taller tree and take a photo of the apple wood’s silent language? Without a clear question to ask, maybe not. But the spilled strokes, the bridging line where one crosses another look like script to me, like even the abandoned have a word to speak.

I realize I spend more time considering the scattered trimmings than is necessary and wonder if the neighbor has noticed how long this is taking me. The pulp tastes bitter green as I clamp a small piece between my teeth. Yes, I’m one of those. They look like lightning bits before they’re lit and flung skyward. If soaked in water, they will retain flexibility for days and can be bent. In one fiction piece I’m working on, a woman crafts a bell from twigs trimmed at the start of each year; from this she hopes to hear the various names of winter.

I try to coax my poems to open up. Because seven signifies completeness, I choose six slender boughs and wrap the bruised ends in twine and bring them inside. The right-hand top drawer of my desk is a slurry of saved lines—mine or Roethke’s or Machado’s—map scrip and paper-clipped paragraphs on mazes, spiny sea slugs, and proper fountain pen technique. I’ll use it somewhere perhaps. In the meantime, I paw through the flotsam, pick up an illustration of equisetum, and write Lindsey luring her horse Minky to the saddle with three golden apples.

Photo by Gogoloopie. Creative Commons, via Flickr. Post by Anne M. Doe Overstreet, author of Delicate Machinery Suspended: Poems

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Anne M. Doe Overstreet is the author of Delicate Machinery Suspended. Founder and editor at Spine-Line editing, she is also the associate editor of DMQ Review.
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Comments

  1. Laurie says

    June 29, 2012 at 10:03 am

    Beautiful!

    Reply
  2. L. L. Barkat says

    June 29, 2012 at 10:32 am

    I always love hearing about your process, of both landscaping the land and the poem.

    I think I must have a whole drawer of twigs, and the twigs are in there making bird’s nests 🙂

    Reply
    • Anne Overstreet says

      June 29, 2012 at 12:23 pm

      I think I could also build a small mountain from the stones that insist themselves into my pockets!

      Reply
  3. Maureen Doallas says

    June 29, 2012 at 11:23 am

    So beautifully written Anne; deeply poetic.

    Reply
  4. Laura Brown says

    June 29, 2012 at 1:09 pm

    I love this … “a rumored leaf” … Inside and out in activity, in some sort of conversation, all the time. And “like even the abandoned have a word to speak” reminds me of Brenda Hillman’s poem “Small Spaces.” I hope it’s kosher to reprint it here.

    ——-
    Small Spaces

    And the earth was still baffled by the small spaces,

    especially in spring

    when people admired its growth from great heights.

    The earth was baffled by the tiny gaps

    such as those between minutes.

    In those places of yearning,

    as in the emptiness between

    a child’s back teeth, it was trying to decide

    if there should be any later.

    If so how much later.

    Not even wild cypresses by the bay

    move firmly enough to satisfy the small spaces.

    The moon swells, and does its part. Purple vetch

    and smart lupine

    combine to think it through, too many

    get ready and a few die daily to fill the spaces –

    stem after short stem –

    though the earth tried to hold each one of them upright,

    saying don’t imagine don’t imagine

    there has been another like you —

    — Brenda Hillman

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  5. Anne Overstreet says

    June 29, 2012 at 1:16 pm

    Laura B., an incredible poem… why is it those usual laudatory phrases fall so easily from my fingers… sigh. What I mean to say is Hillman’s poem is perfectly, exactly what I needed this morning. Still small spaces.

    Reply
  6. Connie Mace says

    June 29, 2012 at 11:31 pm

    My father-in-love would often save his cut-off apple or cherry limbs. In his basement was an old lathe which he crafted vases and such for us.

    Reply
    • Anne Overstreet says

      June 30, 2012 at 5:44 pm

      Wow. I do wish I had a weaver’s sensibilities. The cuttings stay so supple that I think there must be things that can be done with them, something I could make.

      Reply

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