Poem 102 – Rooted

My weary inbox yawns, bored of
The soulless messages it circulates
But look, lurking amongst the drudge something
Deeper, my DNA results are in
This past geneticist is thrilled to find
The web of coded chains traversed
Binding in double-helix unity
Ancestral homes, ethnicity revived
I trace the paths along this oak’s branches
Running my finger past the unfamiliar
Whom suddenly belong to me and I
To them, my relatives, my blood unveiled
I now can claim with confidence that I
Stand on this ancient shore’s foundation
Its past and mine are spiritually entwined
My roots drink deeply, nourishing my soul
Whilst rooted in one spot its branches spread
Beyond as do its tendrils out of sight
To permeate Germanic past to reach
Beyond white cliffs to Scandinavian sands

My Ancestry DNA test findings have been released. Suddenly I have a lot more relatives.
(03.03.22)

© Ben Quant 2022

Poem 92 – On Their Shoulders

The patient scrape
Reveals slowly
What lies below

Intrepid travellers
Descend in time
To days long gone

Attentive eyes
Remain focused
Creative vision

Forgotten hints
Slowly produce
A growing picture

Forensic care
Identifies
Our ancestors

Now resurrected
Before us those
On whom we stand

At the age of four I proudly announces that I wanted to be a professor of archeology! The nearest I got was enjoying Time Team.
(16.02.22)

© Ben Quant 2022