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, 4 April 2013

Easter poem

the first day

at nightfall
glower and glimmer of the stars
falling down and
going out

the second day

in the chamber
behind the stone
the dark
speaks in its own tongues
syllables of silence of

in the garden the women
sit all day all night all day
as women do keeping
vigil keening
to the chill wind's

the third day

the earth turns
brings back the hush
of dawn –
and birdsong the
olive trees' whispers
sweet low voices of women

the first prayer a tongue
of light the utterance
of the one

© Roselle Angwin

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