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I am looking right down into the bed at the  spawning
Thrashing the water white, silk-eyed and silvered carp
The reeds quiver and bend, their pliant joints creak
In the sudden onrush of energy, the yellow flags
Spring up, starring the margins of the disturbed mud

I am looking right down into the bed of my own morning
Stretching on the white sheets, sleepy eyed  and half awake
Shaking my limbs out, still alive to dream-speak
In the sudden flowering of pain-energy, thought irises
Spring up, furring  the edges of the unknown day.


Ⓒ Veronica Aldous Poem and artwork. All rights reserved 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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2 Responses to Narcissus

  1. Bart Wolffe says:

    Did the painting spark the poem?

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  2. No, but I am always very interested in reversals and repeats in the synchronous and multiverse of the inner and outer world. In a sense we are what we see. The poem is a multi-verse, I guess!


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