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, 4 January 2018


A January poem for you. I think it's in my collection Bardo*:

Leaf vernacular

How many years did it take
how much rain and bone and sun
how much loss composted into black peat
to make this leaf, just this one new leaf
flickering green in the January ditch?
© Roselle Angwin 

Wrong book. It's actually All the Missing Names of Love; also available from me or to order from bookshops.

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