Auction Man


Auction Man

In the halflight come the halfmen carrying their mirrorware
Their gew-gaws, their fairings and crystal
Cushions gaping their stuffing, all is muffled and hefty
At this candlelit sale.

White elephant of thought, auction of shivering
Shackled by feeling, the body’s old memories
A gavel comes down
A drachma, a pfennig, a shilling to smash it!
How much is this fruitbowl?
How much is half of it worth?







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 Auction Man

  1. Bart Wolffe says:

    You are most certainly not for sale. xx


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