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this poet
is taking part in the poetry
tREnD project
in
collection Looking For Icarus, 2005,
bluechrome,
ISBN 1-904781-74-8
Sennen Cove
This
is not the colourless season
of
margins and absences
This
is the black and white time
Sharp
in the dawn this one pure note.
Thorn
Tree
Wind,
monoliths, salt on my lips
This
high hinterland furrowed
by
plough, waves of lapwing and fieldfare
Me,
resilient, gale-swept.
Glass
January’s
first day, and everything
yet
to be broken
Washed,
untrodden sand; deep sky;
this
wave, caught at its curl’s apex.
String
Kelp,
green weed, boulders like seals
Everything
always the same, and forever changing
I
am the tether
of
this moment’s kite.
Tide
There
is the white sand
and
there my welling footsteps
There
is the prowling tide
and
then only water.
Roselle Angwin
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last
update:
e-mail
Roselle
website
blog
poetry favourites:
bluechrome
fire-in-the-head
and in
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shop
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collection -
"Looking
for Icarus";
pamphlet
(& CD) -
"River Suite",
DAISI;
guidance
for writers -
"Writing the Bright Moment";
novel -
"Imago"
(forthcoming),
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