Dark Flower

Dark Flower

Mortal was born in a chink, a cleft
He is a thought-baby, a serpent-child
Working up from the mazy depths

He traversed a boundary, becoming
A violet stain upon paper, on silk
Sometimes he is a transgression
A problem to be solved, a sorrow

Such little snakes are troublesome
When they nip at now, making it then…
Perfect colour in a dirty basement
Bright markings

Like love:
Decals from another world.

Veronica Aldous 2015 All Rights Reserved


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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