Walking the Old Ways : nature, the bardic & druidic arts, holism, Zen, the ecological imagination
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The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way
Is it a consolation
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Roselle Angwin
Thursday 9 August 2018
the next day – a poem
The next day
Above my head the mouse
has started nibbling again
perhaps this time it’ll be
the wiring – who knows –
and above a single swallow
arcs over the ash’s bare twigs
above both ash and swallow
a pigeon purposeful and fast
the ash is dying
and who knew that the sky could bear
such an absence of swallows
the world has its ten thousand
ways of being born living
and leaving this world
and I am still here writing
about these things
because I can’t write about her
but look the evening
has its ten thousand ways
of being beautiful
look how you can see
right through the sky now
© Roselle Angwin 2018
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Beautiful poem Ro,
ReplyDeleteChris xx
Miriam says: 'Your poem’s a gem and, as usual, goes right to the heart of things... beautiful... All the beauty and poignancy of nowness, made all the more vivid by its spareness. Something I've never quite mastered. I wish I knew why.xx'
ReplyDeleteChris, Miriam - thank you both so much. It's good to feel the poetry-well filling again after a dry spell; or at least poetry-dry, as have been concentrating on the narrative non-fiction book instead.
ReplyDeleteLove to you both (trust the puppy is a delight, Chris!).
Rx