Little Histories(for Luis Buñuel)

It’s just a look I’m wearing; devoted, disturbed
Keep telling it to wedding guests as they pass by
Sugar almond-stuffed they avoid my eye

Mortal is wearing crimson, my snake of joy
He shoots out his blue forked tongue at flies
And women  at the buffet table eating dainty pies

I let him slink into my pocket, he curls and vibrates
Later I slip him a dead mouse, a beetle and some premier cru
I look nonchalant as though I have an albatross
At home, a fine car and a marriage bed

Instead of a serpent
And an attitude.

Ⓒ 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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