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

Tuesday, 14 November 2017

Proper Poetry #4

This week, Dr Rosamund Wordsmith (BSE, bTB, CJD) is very grateful to Roz Cawley for saving her marble on Proper Poetry Tuesday. Thank you, Roz.

She is also delighted that 2 or 3 other Proper Poets have stepped forward.

Mine Own Garden

Hail blithe weede,
Who werte once a seede,
A Robin or Blackbird to feede.

But Thou muckest up the grounde
When you're chucked all arounde
By the Tits that abounde!

(Who thoughtest it wise
Just because of its size
to put the bird table there, anywaye?)

Roz Cawley 

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