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 31 May 2012


Forgetting for a moment

bloodshed in Syria
rabbits in labs
clubbed seal-cubs
that lamb with the pecked-out eyes

the world is as simple
as foxglove, skylark
this new dog rose, creamy
scent of honeysuckle
where here from the warm dark soil
nubs of beans rise hump-backed
cotyledons poised like lungs
or stubby wings

before it all floods in again

come roost in my heart
bean, lamb, broken-bodied child –
may it be big enough
to hold you all


  1. Roselle, you staunch the bleeding heart of the world with your compassionate words. Thank you for speaking so exquisitely of that which makes me speechless. xxx

  2. Roz, that helps a lot. Thanks as always for your generosity. I was v hesitant about posting that one, but all week have felt a bit choked with this aspect of the world – since Syria's latest, perhaps, and also after re-reading Carolyn Forche's exquisite and painful collection 'The Country Between Us', about the atrocities a few decades ago in El Salvador – and writing that has enabled me to move through and write again (when actually I wanted to turn away from the pain and therefore couldn't let it in to process it). It IS how it is, isn't it – it too needs acknowledging.

    Love and gratitude to you, Roz xx


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