Half a Moon

Half a Moon

Half a moon like a cup, a bowl of white milk
Half shadows, half spirits out on the road
Gold soled boots leaving gold imprints
Cold ruins of old schools and old houses
Here is Indirah sipping her sherry
Here she is in her rumpled bed
The faded coverlet covering her gnarled toes
The star slipped from Orion’s belt
Into solitude it limps like a white dog
Above its mistress, wanting to fill her
With its salty stellar kisses
She turns up her face accepting
What is offered, thinking it always
Has been her finest friend.


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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