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

Sunday, 13 October 2013


Under the vaulted ash trees the rain's
bare drizzle now beads in the cold
feathers of the valley's chorister
and how I miss your evensong, owl

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