Fine Blue Gauze
They watch through squirrel holes in the trees
The passing winter breaching gaps as cobwebs
Hang like mutant hammocks in murky corners
Some sun comes winking and jaywalking
Goldcrest bops along a branch to some unheard jive
He’s like the mp3’ers along the high road
Tinies flick at all sorts of fleas and straws
The cats go nitty skittering and fall on
Weedy pubescent greenwinged moths
In sluttish fantasies of crunchier prey.
It’s time to put on your Spring coat
Diurnal tick tocks make Japanese Noh girls
Of pink cherries teeter on their pattens
Feeling some kind of enamelled urge
To unfurl a fan of crazy confetti
On sharply painted dark red twigs
How many kimonos can we peel off
Before summer slaps a lazy hand
On her courtesan’s cold white breast?
At night frost kicks up its heels rakishly
Leaving a scratched white rime
We feel it sharper than a vandal’s blade.
Painting and poem by Veronica Aldous 2016 all rights reserved