The High Trees at Night

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She walks across rooms, into the window and beyond
The forest moves its wings and arms to accept
Her egress. Stalked by deer and prowling cats
Energies sizzle and Druidic yews drop female berries
For the nightjars to eat, the hard pips poisoned

Discarded. What birds whisper, what flowers open
Wide white eyes? Enchanter’s nightshade
Wood anemones,Balsam, ramsons
With its skunkish stink of allicin
Scabby nettles and  juicy Butterbur.

She is shaded by tangled tapestries, bedclothes
Wrapped tight to heat the bolting blood, the tying
Off of daythoughts, their transubstantiation
Into stale wafers of sacramental episodes
Of dream operas, the ridiculous foment of furry
Tumbling broodings, as the cooped up chickens shiver
On hearing the red fox’s fulmination.

Ⓒ Veronica Aldous Poem and artwork. All rights reserved 2015

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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 Lulu.com. Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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