blue day
bright light on the sweep of Mount's Bay, the red trawler –
bright light, the chirr of the wren
her diminishing stanzas
bright day
blue light as far as the eye, the ear –
blue light on the land
her stretched-out foreverness
blue light
bright day and something akin to prayer stirs and emerges
bright day, and the gull's cry takes it –
we climb into blue-on-blue air...
© Roselle Angwin, 20.3.2013
Walking the Old Ways : nature, the bardic & druidic arts, holism, Zen, the ecological imagination
from BARDO
The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way
Is it a consolation
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Roselle Angwin
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ReplyDeleteABSOLUTELY! Didn't even notice I'd put that! Thank you. Corrected! Duhhhh
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