Windhorses- byVeronica Aldous

Each time they move, the vajra shivers
Diamond manes shake the sky they roam in
Their collective thunder is the sound
Of  emotions hidden deep in an amphora
Heart-energy, blood-energy they live in us
We try to hide their manifestations
They are seen as ungoverned, ungovernable
Black-white, piebald, Palomino
Children know them best, hold their hands
Up to touch the dust from their arrival
Watch them pass as incomplete music
Shaking at their alien power.


All rights reserved Veronica Aldous 2015


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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