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  • Writer's pictureAnthony Nanson

Poetry, place, pilgrimage

Roselle Angwin is a contributor to the poetry anthology Soul of The Earth. Today we’re sharing a post previously published on her blog.

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

We all gather in sunshine. The sea yesterday was doing her best to look innocent and benign, lolling blue and lovely off Cape Cornwall. When we actually go to walk the Cape, however, on our first silent walk, a few clouds have slid in from the Atlantic, and there’s a wind. Unusually for this area, we have quite a few grey days, which do nothing to change the magic; if anything, it’s more atmospheric.

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