Spring equinox: everything renews itself
The wind the jackdaws their spill of wild play
brightening the new spring greyness
the spring comes with this
soft rain and everything renews itself
today it’s raining in the lowlands
everything renews itself and me too
though perhaps not the stars in any
time scheme humans can relate to
I am not there but the lens in my mind
is imprinted the pony grove my old dog
wizened Dartmoor oaks and you supine
on that long flat rock magma billennia-cooled
you firing up the day in a green blaze
everything has renewed itself every cell new
it was that day we saw the dipper
spoke of its ability to walk underwater
how a nest site might be used for forty generations
of dipper but we are not dippers
and we are not there I am not there and I’m not
who I was each bit of me remade now
I am not there today it’s raining in the lowlands
dog violets coaxed out of their green blanket
spring comes the spring comes with this
soft rain and everything renews itself
still at the edges of sleep I see you sometimes
coming down my side of the hill
always coming down the hill my side
I smile to see your green blaze
Roselle Angwin
Walking the Old Ways : nature, the bardic & druidic arts, holism, Zen, the ecological imagination
from BARDO
The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way
Is it a consolation
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Roselle Angwin
Thursday 21 March 2019
Sunday 10 March 2019
poetry & the sacred: interview with me
Honoured to be the first poet chosen to feature in a new series, offered by Christine Valters Paintner, herself a poet and author of several inspiring books, on the Abbey of the Arts website. The connections between poetry and the sacred (whatever you understand that to mean) are important to me. (Thank you, Christine, for inviting me to participate, and for the questions that created my response.)
You can read the interview, and some of my poems, here, should you wish to.
You can read the interview, and some of my poems, here, should you wish to.
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