Moon fish

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It’s the jump: from flowered curtain to radiant mind
Make sense of the impasse, make sense of nonsense
Indirah is counting her old coins with the holes in
The ones you can hold up and see the value of nothing
Stars, stars and at twilight, one thousand rabbits

Oblivious, because their eyes are sewn on sideways
Blue air – leaning in the gate to the fields
Their white scuts a semaphore of  loving
Wynken and Blynken coax the moon fish
Into jars; she sighs and the single light bulb
Flickers coldly alluding to its demise
Trust can grow from white roots fanning –
The old nightgown, the old stories
Of light, of fireflies, the magic air we forgot to breathe..

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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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