Bitters

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Bitters

Among the falling stones the sundews spike and lick the air
Vortices of engorged leaves and soft-sucking things
Fan shaped, rounded with fat pimpled pips, blue and glaucous
Fuzzy haired above the stream, popping like exploding lanterns
Balsam, wild mints and above it all a stand of geans.

In these remembered  lanes I wander up and down, imagine
Touching racemes and gray glazed stalks, the gentle constellations
Of dandelion clocks, the small blue veined wings of  speedwell
Pimpernel’s tiny scarlet eyes, sage and honeyed cones
Naming them one by one, a chant, a chanson, a canon
Of words for all blessed and tiny detailed broderies

Flowering in my mind these fragile footnotes beat messages
In naming each, long faded; ploughed over water meadows
New housing schemes and shopping malls
When such things were seen and tongued in ecstasy
Into the  mosses’ tiny flowering buds I whispered kisses
Like some crazed lover who scribes a tree’s bark with an arrowed heart –
The sullen silky name of each wild thing is now an incantation
My lost and well named bitters;
Toadflax
Ragged Robin
Pellitory of the wall.

 

Veronica Aldous 2016 All Rights Reserved

The painting is Magic Dovecote by Veronica Aldous

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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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