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

Monday, 30 January 2012

there is only the dance


chill on the moorland's
invisible edges
even the rooks are sulking

this wet no-horizon day –

at the window
scribble of beech twigs
vowels of rain

here in the hall
we are a storm of leaves
blown on the music

this present moment –

on the dancefloor
of the heart
there are no exiles
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