from BARDO

The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.

Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made

is star-stuff too?


– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –

dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.


Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.


Roselle Angwin

Wednesday, 24 September 2014

autumn equinox poem (2014)


Autumn Equinox 2014
for my daughter

Veil over blue veil dawn rises
over crescent moon and early sun
this year conjunct, and, equinoctial
equals, day and night hold the opposites
in perfect balance, sunrise true east
sunset true west.  My solar return.

In the garden pumpkins glow like lanterns
and birds feast on cherry-sized berries.
Together we take our year’s harvests
down to the sea – the high tide, this
year’s warmest, and the homecoming
benediction of the first, the last,
the only ocean – amniotic's fluid reign.


© Roselle Angwin, September 23 2014