Incomparable chatoyance, ineluctable entrance
Of words, that fire of subterranean floes
Deep in the labyrinth, Mortal squirms
His little time-ticker set so much faster
Than anything a mere human knows…

Each bead is strung on copper wire, a washing line
Of angels’ wings all painted cobalt blue
I sunk my chipped off hair in deep black oil
Chrism blessing for disbelief, unfaith is freedom
An opening to something better, juicier
Mortal plays with me at night

His eyes an asterism of  love’s hues.


Veronica Aldous 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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