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

Friday, 17 May 2013

Jinny's poem in response to 'not writing about spring'



All winter
Geese pulling the night
Across the sky
Shoals of starlings
Telling their stories of the day
Silenced now, these songs
By swallows return.

Jinny Peberday



Jinny, thank you. Lovely poem. Really like the strong image of geese 'pulling the night / Across the sky'. Am pleased to reacquaint myself with your work. x


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  1. Jinny18 May 2013 at 09:32

    thanks Roselle! Feels good to be reacquainting myself with my work too! Jx

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