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, 13 June 2013

summer rain (poems)

In the hayfield
the ghosts of corn marigolds
kept from blooming this year
lift imaginary faces
to the June rain


Queen Anne's lace
gracing summer hedgerows
I remember my small friend
I remember how even when dying
she loved to swim every day
I remember
helping her over the threshold
one such June


June –
my mother's name –
now this rain
fills the buckets
overflows into everything


In the courtyard the new blackbird
too young to know fear
old enough to know slugs
is breathing the same air
as the yellow irises
as the slug feasting on
birdshit and blossom
as me


This rain
its million notes
our one tune


© Roselle Angwin, June 2013


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