Hart's Tongue Fern in March 2020
By MJG
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Fibrous rooted, undivided fronds,
compressed into coal that powered a globe.
Wavy outline of a deer’s tongue,
wound-healing absorber of heavy metals.
Clustering beneath damp rosettes of orange-speckled leaves
moss-footed, vascular spores unfurl.
Discreetly revealing themselves,
like question marks about our lives.
Buds, soft as lichen,
discard their velvet-grey coats and arch,
glass-like, in silent, shady woods and gorges,
to last a hundred years while we dread the days to come.
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They are a lovely display on
They are a lovely display on the brown earth this time of year aren't they.
But the scientific evidence does point to that coal being formed not so long ago in sudden catastrophic flood, the whole history of our globe being not as long as many would like to think so that the impossible change could somehow occur from nothing to our incedible cells! Rhiannon
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This is a lovely poem. I love
This is a lovely poem. I love the ancientness of ferns too. I love the sense of time in this and perspective. Love 'moss footed vascular spores'! I very much enjoyed it. :)
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wow, I didn't know much about
wow, I didn't know much about ferns other than how they looked so with interest, after reading your poem, I went to Encyclopedia Britannica online for more information and I found this about how old they are and it is amazing:
The ferns constitute an ancient division of vascular plants, some of them as old as the Carboniferous Period (beginning about 358.9 million years ago) and perhaps older. Their type of life cycle, dependent upon spores for dispersal, long preceded the seed-plant life cycle.
I will never look at a fern the same way - Loved your poem, love learing new things - it keeps life exciting.
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