Their influence upon me was unacknowledged.
A light touch, with the hint of lemon,
at times translucent like a petal.
It was only when someone pointed out
a cluster of her words and his images
sprouting between mine
that I made the connection, that I caught
their dark shadows napping within my lines.
I had to apologise as I went about pulling
them out by the roots , laying out new foundations
in order to breath life into my own creations
growing from my gut to my heart to my hand.