Trafika Europe 1 - Northern Idyll
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.
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