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

Thursday, 1 March 2012

dydd gwyl dewi sant*

Ahhh mmm the land is definitely waking up. Green scents of cracking-open earth. Feathery tendrils of ash. Soft sun through mist. Skirmishes of chaffinches in the lane – testosterone-fueled scraps, heedless of cars, cats, passers-by (me and Dog). All day mating calls of young owls. Congregations of snowdrops, rashes of daffs. This everywhere-renewal, cracking open again the heart, over and over...

 *(St David's day) (actually I'm guessing at the Welsh)


  1. I don't know about the Welsh, but your English is lovely. I particular like the phrases "skirmishes of chaffinches" and "cracking open again the heart". It's a magical time of year. Peter

  2. Peter, that's kind. Thank you - especially after a tough few days it's good to hear that. R


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