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

Saturday, 14 June 2014

'after the poetry' (poem)

That fat buttery moon rising full
last night over the Dart
over the new-cut hayfields
over the South Devon heifers
ruminating at rest on the red earth
they're made of

that fat buttery moon 
taking its station in Sagittarius
sign of the fiery pilgrim
the way at its maximum wax
it insists each time 
urgent as an unheeded question

you must change your life
you must change your life
one step and then another
you must change your life

© Roselle Angwin

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