Flanders Moss NNR
To celebrate National Poetry Day, and celebrate what’s possibly the best bog in the country, here is a poem from Linna Monteath, written as part of the ‘Peat, People and Poetry’ project from 2009.
Flanders Moss by Linna Monteath
From the grey of everyday
the argent and sable moth heralds
a path of black and white
among silver birch bark
and fine black sedge
crested lark heads of white climbing fumitory
four-petalled windmills of sweet woodruff
a mass demonstration of bog cotton
waving white flags
over dark pools
Seven thousand years of ice
and sea, and sea and ice
carved, scoured, washed and sanded here.
seven fathoms deep the moss now,
the standing strands of sphagnum
compacting down to peaty history
but reaching up for light
holding radiance in sea-anemone fronds.
A soft green bowl of precious, pristine world
absorbing our breath and our fumes
from the grey of everyday.