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

Friday, 3 November 2017

Proper Poetry #3

For my sanity, another poet has bestirred herself and made a contribution to my Proper Poetry Tuesday. Huzzah. (Dr Rosamund Wordsmith is inconvenienced at this time, overtaxed with versifying.)

Thank you to Deborah Harvey for this deep and moving poem:



O Autumn Crocus!
Herald of Autumn!
Thou growest from bulbs.
I bought 'em
In the Garden Centre.




See also #1and #2.


It would be good
if you could
keep 'em coming
my way 





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