Hush land scape listen,
absence on wind
do we hear, gentle rustle.
Fresh pine stand christen,
presence in land
do we smell, needle bristle.
Mulch hide shape risen,
substance of plant
do we taste, peat dismal.
Wash Loch water glisten,
disturbance of bind
do we feel, rooted sentinel.
About 4000 years ago the climate became cooler and wetter, the Scots Pine (Pinus sylvestris) struggled to cope, essentially its roots suffocating, and died back.
The fallen trunks and tree roots became preserved within the forming peat.
These skeletal remains are found in remote places like Rannoch Moor, Scotland.
Once witnessed, the wider landscape appears haunted with Ghost Pines.
A haunting of ghost pines…lovely. great words and images. Something disturbing about bogs, and the way things die and are entombed in their depths.
Hi Alex thanks for your kind words. Yes bogs are powerful places. Best G