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

Tuesday, 31 May 2011

books of wings

Vellator (detail): Roselle Angwin, mixed media

Tall hedges, lush with high summer – dog roses, hemp agrimony, honeysuckle, vetch.

The lane canted towards the moor and a high-flying evening with flurries of cloud grazing the sun.

Fledglings attempting liftoff, curious, unafraid.

Ever smelled a buzzard's or a crow's feather? Smells of old libraries. All those stories in a pair of wings.

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