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Lament

Since it is all nails now

Hawks beaks and burrs

And you are dead as flint

Dead as a cracked bronze bell

At the bottom of the ocean

I have devised a system for limping

Arcane and powerful

The gait of an angel with his wings clipped

War may break out at any moment

How well you did to miss it! 

Under the drag of currents

Buried deep in Ys.

Veronica Aldous © 2017

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Mrs Magritte

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Mrs Magritte

 

I speak inoffensive metaphors
Till my tongue aches and ossifies
I am allowed to ride side saddle
Though your panelled demesne
Wipe little ink spots from china
Look at pots of potatoes boiling
And gollygosh the price of them

I wanted a large-eyed needle to stitch
A government of allies
A thousand nights of righteous peace
Without any kind of interference
From clattering  astral bodies.

I give you the end of sighs-
l’esprit d’escalier
and a backlit moon with the price tag
Still attached.

 

Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2017

artwork also Veronica Aldous

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The shadows of plums

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The shadows of plums

taste only of dust

my love-

have you forgotten how to eat?

 

for the people of North Korea

 

Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2017

 

Artwork- original artwork of eco printed leaves and flowers with hand and machine broderie and plant dyed silks by Veronica. Also copyright 2017
I don’t mind you sharing but give me a credit x

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Oracle Coracle

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Oracle Coracle

In the light stained by plum shadows
The old ones come; jack rabbit
Father, my mate Faltannon.
Each one is a welled up tear
Of confusion, a slight return
To what I should have been
But will not be; unless I can go
Backward unstitching my ways
Tearing at hairs in mousetraps
I cannot eat the uneaten years
Nor mend the fol-de-rol of cruel dances
What you performed there
My fine Grimalkin –
Was a fine dumbshow.

Cauterizing the edge of evening
Is a job for untrained parlourmaids.

 

Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2017

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The Shadows of Oaks

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Artwork by Veronica Aldous- stitch and stain on leaf dyed wool felt. 
The Shadows of Oaks
I have spent 50 years
engaging oak trees in conversation
the answers come in the form of  shadowplay
and at nightfall
certain  peculiar moths.

 

Veronica Aldous 2017 all rights reserved

 

 

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Cafe scene

 

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Cafe scene

The young husband caresses his wife
As she weeps over her meal

Another couple are so old
That her face is a crumpled tissue.

 

Veronica Aldous 2017 All rights reserved

 

Photograph of ancient roses at Titsey- by Veronica Aldous

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August

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Fingers stained with elderberries
Marking all the tender cracks
My own hands are a map
I need no other.

 

Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2017

 

Photograph of Zinnias from Titsey Place Gardens . Veronica Aldous

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