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.
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
and still the light comes: poet Jo Bellchambers
Jo Bellchambers is a red-haired elfin spellmaker. She's also a musician, and all her work has an otherworldly quality to it. Her degree piece, a text installation carved in slate, was hosted for a while in the Zen garden on the Dartington estate.
And still the light comes here. Silent tenant of empty rooms –
it pays no heed to time.
Through a window light comes. I mean, as a cry leaves
by this route so in comes the light.
‘Sweetheart’ – words in a stairwell
and in the darkness, what of the texture of birds’ wings,
flicker of air on your skin? Will you
even remember the rain?
Be a child’s mirth up and down stairs. You know
of a freedom to ride across plains, salt off the sea
to your west, handful of stones to your name.
You can spell out your god, but in this church
let the silence fumble in prayer.
– Jo Bellchambers
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