A hard point is like a bronze sculpture in a room


I live near lark fields and  they are building their nests
Spiralling and dropping and picking up the light whispers
Of sweet straws and droplets hanging from hawthorn spikes
They are unseen by me,  just waiting here in an antechamber
But they seem more real than the future or its shadows

Ascendant forms with godlike voices, all that I love best
To live on the earth and  tend my own precarious nest.


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 Lulu.com. Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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