Ghost Dog

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Ghost Dog

An excerpt from Maja’s diary

Telluric currents running down the wet stone corridor
He comes clattering down the stairs, claws clipping  the cobbles
Channeled by a hostile star, banging the street door open
So the twilight rushes in all full of bandy legged idea-seeds
Dreams are his spoor, flowering full of bones and hidey-holes
Old chewed slippers, half eaten rabbits and worse…

A thought-fox with the pox…

Here comes the cortege and the slow driven hearse
The bobbing horses with their oaten steam breathing disdain
The trappings all a jangle with brass bells and hot black feathers
Stolen from roadkill crows, oh those dry kisses

Which you never did , that style of taking me
You never practised, you are a ghost dog

Biting the moonlight
And I am an occultist savouring the distance
A girl with a matchbox and half a cigar.


Veronica Aldous 2016 all rights reserved


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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