Kristen Lindquist
Boghaunter
When you explore a peat bog, you should expect to get wet. And dirty. To really see what lives there, you lie belly-down on sodden mats of peat. At ground level, low-growing fruit—cranberries, cloudberries, crowberries—and charismatic flowers: calypso orchids, grass pinks. Bog soils are nutrient-poor, so carnivorous plants, pitcher plants and sundews, have evolved to supplement their diets by trapping insects.
the ways we nourish ourselves blackflies
In a few coastal peat bogs in Down East Maine, you can find a rare butterfly, the crowberry blue. When the crowberry blue perches, it typically folds its wings together so you only see the gray, spotted undersides. But when this tiny butterfly flies, you get a glimpse of the upper wings, a revelation of pure, summer sky blue.
doe eyes the ways we make ourselves attractive
About the Author
Kristen Lindquist is a poet, writer, and naturalist in Camden, Maine. She has published two collections of poetry and maintains a daily haiku blog at kristenlindquist.com/blog.
I love the symmetry of the two haiku, with the fragments in lines 3 and 1, respectively. Like butterfly wings. Or two sides of a carnivorous plant trap.
I really enjoyed this!
Nice! I love bogs. My son it is a pitcher plant aficionado. He has me hunting them wherever I go now. 😉