Les Disparues

girl 2

Their hair is as precious metal subdivided and laid
Carefully on tables, each coded with its mother’s mystery
The missing, the unnamed, those that drop through time

We know them by the gaps they leave, the shadows
Misting walls, in cafe bars they sip invisible ichor
Blue cocktails, daquiri, parsley, mint, and quicklime

They speak to us through candle flame, incense,
 Las flores muertas, Silencio they cry
We are not lost and without desire: in darkened cinemas

Nailed bordellos, old cupboards and keyhole rattlings
We stay,do not forget us,
Underestimate our sticky clinging to the edifice

Like all of you –
We are some child’s child.


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