Kitchen Gods


Kitchen Gods

They come to visit on odd occasions
As though the sky is speaking, the day infers
A certain connection, a bond of familiarity

They are like maiden aunts, not muses
No porcelain cheeks and accented curls
As familiar as my loved one’s hands or my own

Arriving unannounced they cluster dimly
Suggesting half-forgotten connections
Between what I knew, and know more of now

The way of kisses that brush my energies
Astonishing my mind’s curving surfaces
When I am washing dishes clean of honesty

The door blows open, an idea enters –

None of it is ever wasted
That’s why I keep writing all of it down.


Veronica Aldous 2016 All RightsReserved


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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