Under Stars


Under Stars

She wonders about small things, loose change, houses
Which turn into bright windowed reliquaries
Cold turns the day inside out, night rumples the bedding
The spectral hammock of stars.

Sleep will not alter the past, it just brushes out
Its tangles, hot neck, chilled feet walk in  childhood’s shoes
To lost towns which rise on steep moors
How will  she ever get there?
The sky is all cross stitched
Unpicking them takes too long.


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 Lulu.com. Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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One Response to Under Stars

  1. Bart Wolffe says:

    “Sleep will not alter the past” – True.

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