Wider than my eyes, white descended on the garden
Huffs and puffs of steam from vapour-making heating
The breath from birds is never seen, no angels drift  by solemnly
Brutal pagan fleeces slung on trees give no solace.

Irreverent ticks and dots and curlicues
Inked by coasting cats and mongrel creatures
Trace hot staccato impulses on this plain thin sheet
Slowly bleeding outward in blots and runnels
It’s drooling now, this nacreous gloss on worldliness
Blanched breasts and hips bulge then  disappear
No pink nippled melting Maja is revealed
But stuttering bumps, and sour choked weeds
The sodden naked earth we slip and stick on,
Raw, wounded and in need.


Artwork and poem Veronica Aldous 2016 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 Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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