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, 7 December 2011


All night storm
now a northerly with sleet in its teeth
snow of sheep on the far hill
and still
the thrush sings spring
from the ash's soot-tipped merristems
and hazel catkins come

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