Fortune’s Child



Fortune’s Child

That feeling ! awake on the uncut moquette sofa
the calendar with its moving itchy degas ladies
next up, august spilling the garden of earthly delights

the horror of fat boiled looking imps popping
like chestnuts
fear is a turning page, another month

prescience of malefaction
what  could comfort fortune’s child?

stepping out in a blue serge coat with red piping
thinking Wendy would perhaps admire
the magic caused by sewing

blanket stitched  mats torn from old sheets
dedicated to a small world of peacocks

tinkerbell bobs in and out of focus
like half shut eyes and measles

the home help coddles an egg
gleefully describes its slimy texture

even words can puzzle and endanger
school is like an atom bomb death’s head
of stinks and dirt and head lice toilets

only the incredibly calculated and slow
closing of the eyelids

can confound the cake-hissers and the joddies
secreted in the underbed drawers

imagining lavender will ward off boys
and their unintelligible oaths
pray: sleep-lions, please do eat their mercenary heads.


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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