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

Tuesday, 21 November 2017

Proper Poetry #5

Today Jinny has stepped up with her woman-of-a-certain-age poem. Dr R W has been cackling away to herself since she first read it. Hard to beat, this one, as a model of a Proper Poem.
A short poem about the menopause

I was hot
and now
I'm not

 
© Jinny Peberday










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