In its cloaked or muddy-striped clarity
Occluded or shining through the lacework
It is the warmth and the alien chilliness
Of astounding starflowers, juicy fat red poppies
With black eyes and blue pollen,
It is a birth painted with words
Or loss clad in sorrow’s leaves.
It is how to heal
How to speak and how to be still
Allowing the core to be plunged into clear water
Beating and turning like a fire-clock

In darkness, a man is speaking
A woman stepping into the light.


About Veronica Aldous

Writer and artist, Veronica is a lecturer is Fine Art and Creative Writing. Her first book of poems, 'Moon Cinema' is now available on Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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