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.
Friday, 17 May 2013
Jinny's poem in response to 'not writing about spring'
Geese pulling the night
Across the sky
Shoals of starlings
Telling their stories of the day
Silenced now, these songs
By swallows return.
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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