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, 24 November 2011

from 'Requiem'


The start of her long migration

back into and lifting off from


I walk in this first frost

dawn, slow red burn slicking the east
Jupiter and the stellar night fading

From the old oak above me

buzzard sweeps a wide circle
and heads west

gives itself to air

to everywhere, nowhere.

~ Roselle Angwin, 23rd November 2011


  1. Sophia, thank you. It's part of a longer sequence, but at the moment it feels too personal to share all of it. I appreciate knowing that that section works for someone, though.

  2. Oh, it does. The first stanza echoes the sentiments I felt when laying my mother in her grave...


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