Blawhorn Moss NNR and Flanders Moss NNR
It is National Poetry Day (more info. here). So here is some bog poetry.
First up a beautiful poem that does a far better job of describing the colours of a moss than I ever did here.
I am a child of the bog,
I am Sphagnum,
Red as cock’s comb,
Yellow as a jester’s bells,
Orange as a carnival,
Green as a dragon’s eye,
I drink the dew
From a thousand secret wells,
My coat of many colours is a sponge,
Where rainbows tiptoe at dawn, to dip and plunge.
And I have no hesitation to repost a couple of poems about Flanders Moss by two fine, locals poets Charlie Gracie and Chris Powici. Why not take a moment to immerse yourself in the beautiful peat words. Enjoy.