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, 20 March 2013

equinox, dawn, from West Penwith

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


  1. ABSOLUTELY! Didn't even notice I'd put that! Thank you. Corrected! Duhhhh


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