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Veronica Aldous
Poetry and Art by Veronica Aldous
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For World Poetry Day
And the Destroyed
We embroider the hemsThe old star worn sky is pricked throughEmblems of linked children, wingedHorses parade, in blue soaked windowsHere, as we hug ourselves close
We were magicians, are witches, mermaidsWriting poems on walls, on our tonguesOn our very underwear.
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Impediment
High small roomAs she recitedto belongto this clean light!
a cup was broughtpale coffeetwo biscuitsthe blue bookwell handledwas put awayFather B reassuringre.the Devil
‘I am sure youknow nothingof His Works.’
pale blue beadscounting downto another world
she did not like tothink of himhaving any formlessthingthat makes men intoa curious fuzzy insect
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The Young Priest
The child is lost nowMortal sin to kill it.
But I was fourteenI could not keep it
He shiveredIt was all wrong.
The girl was a bent stalkHer brown hair hung
Starred with dropletsHe longed to touch her
The sky was luminous rainFlowers raised their faces
All of it is sinHis tongue said
His heart pumpingDown tiny corridors
As she kneltBreathing sorrow
TransparentAs a winding cloth.
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Hygge
The wood pigeonOn her roostGood morningMy sweet She opened one eyeSleepy in the fogFrom the tenement boilersFolded into featherinessAs if two hands held herSnugged in woolJust my wish warmthSky is the rooftopOf our love.
Birdsong by Veronica Aldous
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Brain Worm
My brain is misfiring today.It wants to go rummage in dark moldThe remains of past leavesWhich is not healthyAspergillus in aspic.It wants to stand under a treeThat was cut down in 1974(And even then it was a bloody awful tree)It wanted to write a trioletBring back the old guitarsWhich were broken up for scrapLost letters, lost loves, old hammersBattering inside the casing of black lacquerOh me,…
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Stage Directions
At the marginIs an upturned boatResembles a coracleNo paddle, beachedIn a forest
The revenantSitting there againSmoking a damp cigaretteShut against it allGross gardensSnail crushers
“People are shellfishThey open and shutLike my left eye.” (she points)“Sometimes, they emitA low whistle…It comesFrom a gaseous space.”
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Incensual
My name is IsaoUnder painted leavesI watch the small worldsRain.
Cold does not reach meI am ever wet from thinkingBarefoot, my brocadeRagged.
I long for the cedarsHere on this seat I waitFor the taste Resin.
Far off is a bellIt stuns the temple in my earEchoing in the bone pavilionMemory.
If I tip my head soOpen my mouthThe sky falls into meBowl.
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Empyre
Follow the link below to hear me read Empyre
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Transient Superconductivity
The moon at 4amIs the muezzinKindsadnessIn the living barkIn my fingertipsMy hair freezingIn its true purposeAs electric antennae
A vibrant nightjarUlulating comfyBliss,In the erect eyeIn my earwatcherThe ancient lizardOf a birdDrilling at the silence.
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Wormfood
The trees linked handsUntil they were cut
The love fell onto their own rootsSearched in the cruel sawdustFor a letter or signAn augury of ash-bonesBeech-bones, oak-bones
I know that soil is ripeThat it bursts with lifeBut not if it is burned
Yes,sometimes if it is burned…They whispered
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I remember everythingWhen bees burrowedAnd dirt moved with beetlesAnd the tick tock of…
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The Bath
She wants to sink In that great enamel vesselThe water rising up until her toesReflect double sea creaturesThe greenlit gardenFloats above the water Skybath holds a white streamerShe is above her brick altar…
Soon she will lay her faceOn the wild strawberries And eat them snailwiseIn the grasses she will be hidingNaked and ghostly.
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Shanti
Art by Veronica Aldous (mixed media)
Shanti
A receding sea, a blue lineWhere you are, exquisite –Sea wind, estuary sunFaintly defining your formWith slight movementsOf fabric, hair, a silverpointcontouring your profile.
I think you knewI was watchingGoing away into yourselfPicking up How to feelSomething lighter
I was holding upA small pink shellWith a cracked side
There is no meaning in…
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Rufus
His heart a moonscapeCinema of black chickens and ratsUnder hedges and through ginnelsUp the wiry hill, his way is freezepawsCarking and yelping at catsEyes chips of magma, ghost bloodRuns in his veins, heatingThe live furnace of his one track brain.
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The Duc D'O
I dreamed this poem and wrote it down
The Duc D’O on finding his horses were escaped and gone.For Richard E. Grant because I dreamed he wrote this.
In Summer the little hatch is left wideSo the groom can hear if they need himLately, the Grey has been skittishShe is a mare and her belly is calling
I slept as a dark wine sleeps in a barrelNearly rotting with drunken fancies
In the morning the lisere shocked meWith its vivid scarlet…
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Chap BookBy Veronica Aldous
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Even the governmentHates its ownSnaky green wallpaperThe clanking doorsHeave huge repentant sighs
Puginesque beastsSquat on mahogany tablesScratching errataInto the marginsOf soft crumbling scrolls
The Police are hunting themselvesWith their own dogsFor their televisible crimesAcross several co existent realities
We are all deported at lastTo serve in the war of the…
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