Forever In Amber

Do most of you know that  amber  is plant resin? If you've read any of this week's earlier blogs on the theme, you will be reasonably well versed in amber lore, so you'll be pleased to know that as a lead-in I'm going to relay gobbets of information not previously revealed.

Amber is very old. The oldest specimens so far identified date back 320 million years to the era of Palaeozoic tree-ferns. More modern ambers were formed during the Mesozoic period between 66 and 250 million years ago in the populations of cedars, redwoods and ancient pines that covered much of the earth. Interestingly the largest deposits of amber are to be found around the Baltic basin.

A plant's resin, part of its self-defence mechanism, was a polymer made up of terpenes (hydrocarbon rings). It would weep out at the place where the plant had suffered damage - for instance a gouge in bark or stem, a snapped off branch or an insect borehole - and it acted like a sticky liquid bandage to seal the wound and prevent invasion by bacteria or other harmful organisms. 

This resin hardened over time and although it was organic, it did not decompose as most organic material does. It was not water-soluble, and with a melting point of  200-400 C, it was a relatively stable material, and durable enough to have lasted millions of years.

What makes amber particularly attractive to us is its glass-like transparency, its colouration (anything from milky white through honey gold to blue and deep black) and a tendency to contain 'inclusions', insects, seeds, pollens, sometimes whole blossoms (see below) that became entombed in the seeping resin and were subsequently 'fossilized'... "a honeyed window to a long-forgotten past" as a fellow blogger so eloquently put it.

dogrose blossom preserved in amber

Ants, flies and mosquitos are by far the commonest fossils found in amber. Unsurprisingly, the larger the inclusion, the more valuable the piece will be. Whole flowers are very rare. Small frogs, lizards and scorpions are ever rarer. They were probably asleep at the time of their entombing. And this is the place to debunk a myth that has gained credence ever since the first 'Jurassic Park' movie, that extinct creatures can be re-engineered from DNA found in amber. That remains fantasy. (Sound of heavy footsteps approaching.)

By the way my chosen title for this Saturday's blog spins on that of a 1944 historical novel 'Forever Amber ' by Kathleen Winsor, which charts the progress of one Amber St Clare as she makes her way up through the ranks of 17th century English society by sleeping with or marrying successively richer and more important men while her heart remains true to the one she can never have. I've not read the novel. It was curiosity to see how it might relate to the weekly theme that drew me. The synopsis proved a catalyst for this latest from the imaginarium.

Fossil Eyes

If not the sun for love, a constellation 

of some recently discovered dimmer stars

must serve this ruthless dogrose rambling

up out of Erewhon towards Empyrean.

Though her yielding is soft and blushing

she is Amber by calling and shameless

as she makes steps of men's affections, 

slaves of their pierced souls in her climb.

In turn they ring her, think they have her

with that subtle amor vincit omnia tattoo 

and namestone dangling enchained over 

her occluded heart. She doesn't give a fig,

this pretty scheming bloom. Behind those 

honeyed flecks lie the hardest fossil eyes,

and such secret suffering as wound sealed

within remains mute as a scorpion's sting.

Thanks for reading, S ;-)

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Amber

Here it goes! I don’t know if it is a blog or a poem or a love child of both...

Amber comes from the Baltic coast. So do I.

The ancient legend tells:
The pine trees were crying.
Pine resin? Or tears…

And the cold salty water turned the tears into the amber.
I don’t know how long it took. Must be a very long time.
I was not there for so long. So, I don’t know.

In the summer the Baltic Sea is calm and lovely. Not being mad and spitting out the amber. 

We went to visit her just for paddles, swim and meditation.

That was in the childhood. 

We didn’t know it as meditation, we just looked in her colours and calmness and sometimes talked to Mama Sea. Particularly when heart was full of something heavy.

Maybe the amber was something precious but really heavy when accumulated in Mama Sea’s heart.

Maybe she really has a heart, which holds pine trees’ tears in it, till it becomes too much of them, too heavy? Then she releases them, the amber.

In the autumn, after the heavy storms we come back to the sea shore, walking slowly, looking for the uneven, rough skin stones, the amber. Picking them up, holding in hands, putting in pockets if too many of them.

And the taking them to school. Not to show to others! It’s not a secret, but we just take them there to make something.

We are so lucky to have a crafts teacher who knew what to do with the amber and all the tools, needed to turn it into jewellery. The necklace for mum, a brooch for grandma and more.

And I made them and more.

I sill remember how to do it.

Might do someday.

I am just asking to myself…..

Where is the amber?

In my hand, in my pocket?

In the Sea, in my heart, in the making?

I don’t know, I just hold it tight,

If I have some…

And feel all the sunshine, all the tears, all the strength

Of trees and sea and maybe me….

I am just wondering does our Baltic Sea still have those precious gifts?

Maija Ozolina

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