Bottle Dump


Bottle Dump

Of course, we had to go there, through the peeling hot paths of June
The flickering glitter of hotheaded you, and me – your little old Polly
Under the dust we found some things; jars,beads and rings
Oh you and your towheaded softheaded sunbeaded head
Me, with my henna red hair and my signature polka dot brolly.

Under the sky, I knew I would not last, wilting and shifting
Like a burned out poppy, eating a sandwich of day old bread
Warm coke, warm hands- you were far too demanding
I was never a hothearted girl, just a lost sad lass
Even the picnic was folly.


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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One Response to Bottle Dump

  1. Bart Wolffe says:

    A sad lost lass with a big big heart ❤


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