Millennia erasing the voices
that told a legend devoid of words
amid the dizziying continent's drift .
Pale shivering flame -here I am .
bard ,chanting a forgotten world...
In the hazy dawn of the early day
where time was just a rumor in the void,
shorelines into inspired tidal...
No scripture to write the story of your footsteps.
Inch by inch ,from wave's lullaby ,
hills becoming islands ...
Tremor in a fever of rocks !
The valley opens its arms to the peat message
of elements ...
Shroud drapped in sand .
Parting kiss that comes to caress my hand
seeking the end of all things...
Death calls to sacrifice !
Fleeting beauty .
Providential bounty .
The amber will adorn the seadogs
walking on the waters...
Dogger,my fragmented dreamland
where elusive elves softly fade
in moonlit whispers...
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now below the North sea , well written piece my friend
A land devastated by a mega-tsunami , the remains of which are still being discovered .
In reality, Doggerland is known to us only through fragments: ancient tree stumps preserved in peat, mammoth molars, and Mesolithic antler harpoons recovered from the seabed. The poem seems to mirror that archaeological reality - an entire lost world reconstructed from the whispers and traces left behind in the sand.
I tried to depict a very vivid reality !
Beautifully written Lorenz. I've read about Doggerland and the vast area it covered thousands of years ago. It would be great if we could see a snapshot of how it actually looked.
-Syd 🍄
You can go diving there !
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