Trafika Europe 1 - Northern Idyll
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Rowan Woman

The eagle, demon-torn, crashed to earth.

Its head buried into soil,

beak rasped through stone,

eyes and brain rooted to a tree-form.

Above ground, wood-bones branched

feather-leaved. Blood became berries

seeded with life. So, to Greeks,

the rowan was born.

Vikings went the other way: took wood

and shaped a spine, legs, arms, head,

filled out flesh with berries,

adorned the skull with leaves.

There she was, the girl. Here I am,

the woman, finally understanding why

I need to be rooted, yet always felt

I fell from the sky.