I remember when I was lonely and monochrome was my awakening
The alarm clock dithered like an old lady with a defective hearing aid
That I wanted to whack- except for the pity I held for her weak squeaking
Hiding in bed in the middle of summer? Maybe grief is an illness.
Bland unknowing sun putting shy heat everywhere.

In a wild field I stumbled amid lost daisies
Two children came down the path
They had seen a little faun ‘over there’
He had red ice lolly round his mouth
Their eyes were cobalt and violet
Their hair as white as the hay.

They decorated me with green butterflies
Which flew into my  rose pink mind-heart
Astonished amber deer-thoughts leaped
Through a field of gold.


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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