"SUSPENDED IN THE SPHAGNUM"

suspended to the moraine by nature
hibernating cold in the blanket bogs
a witness to the paleoshorelines
obscured in the thickets of time

carrier of indigenous northern wisdoms
from ante-Weichselian glaciation

wizardry of Doggerland generations
inherited from the time before time

the ancient blood of black wolves
stains her garnet pendant
and her microlith rests in a sewn sheath

the peat princess was swallowed
by the hungry morass earth
forever to dance drunkenly
with Jutlandic wood nymphs
forever to frolick with the bogland spirits
forever connected to her mother
forever to sleep under the eye of Endymion

a torso beatified with hornworts,
earthworms and flax

a beetle-covered face petrified
into an eternal smile of stone

sunken eyes in the sphagnum

from the iris grows the stoma
with which man relates to eternity