Crumbling into the sea, we grasp our inheritance. The one remaining link lies deep beneath the waves: Doggerland, a path that mammoths dared to tread before extinction. Thousands of years dead, bones are their only testament: phosphorus to fertilise our green and pleasant land. Kim M. Russell, 23rd September 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
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Into the Sea
We are crumbling, eroding into the sea with our pigmentations of blue, brown and green, accompanied by a withering wind and scent of rain. Dithering on mouldering marsh and […]
Doggerland
Larger in area than the British Isles, Doggerland’s submerged landscape Formed a bridge for miles From the English coast to Europe. In the nineteen thirties A block of peat was dredged By a Cromer fishing trawler From the seabed. Inside the blackened sod A delicate harpoon head Carved from red deer antler, Polished, scored and […]
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