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, 15 December 2016

Lost Species poem 5: Mark Totterdell

Here's another excellent poem in my 'Lost Species' series, for your enjoyment. 


One time,
the sea threw up
a yellowish-grey lump
that clung to bone,

its unrough side
fluted like a
fragment of old stone

enough to say
enough to see it
soar, glide, then flap

great sea-wings,
joyfully snap up
then polythene.

© Mark Totterdell

from This Patter of Traces (Oversteps 2014)


  1. After reading this I did some research on the Leatherback, a species I hadn't seen before. What a beautiful creature - I saw a lovely piece of artwork by someone who had depicted the turtle's leather back as being a rich red studded with jewels - gorgeous. Keep 'em coming - I'm learning an awful lot.

  2. Angie, that's good to hear. V impressed you were motivated to research it. Will tell Mark.


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