The turbulent black sea with the silver sea atop its sharpened waves
the night falling and rising again like a woman in imagined chains
heaviness lifted by a white curtain, a silver veil
an excellent likeness which is only a mirror reflection
deep in a sconce’s candlelit flame
breathing the breath of black animals loving their fur
plumage and veins, wanting a shaft from a planet
plunged into a table, a dagger, a diamond thunderbolt
a vajra to ease, the chrism, the prelude to music

Ebbing and flowing and easing again…


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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