One silver tadpole,
encased, embalmed,
caught mid-fall
from an oasis
in the branches.
A lizard, curled up,
almost foetal,
scales and claws
preserved, pristine,
by cryogenic sap.
A midge, taking off
from a petrified perch,
framed, glistening,
wings rendered still,
yet in permanent flight.
A red ant, crooked legs,
frozen in its prison,
a bulging abdomen,
a honeypot,
a golden bubble.
(This poem was inspired by a documentary about amber presented by Sir David Attenborough back in 2002. Check out The Amber Time Machine if you get the chance, it's really worth a watch.)
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