Frozen April

Frozen April

Etiolated sappy leaves flop beneath a hard frost
The temperament of the blue woods is like a woman
Without a man she loves; gone overseas without a letter

In the fields the confused birds take straws to build nests
Abandoning them to swiping winds and icestorms
The moon closes her eyes and dreams of a white unstained bed
Change is tiny painful cracks on stone
Flowers shudder on pale stalks
Wondering if they are mistaken
Rain soaked, bruised and blown.
Indirah packs a box of small baby clothes
As her sons lean back in cushioned  chairs
Blanking her and their vagrant sister

The mother listens to the child’s  ghost voice:
Was she seen under ice?
Eyes turned upward to the roiling clouds.


Veronica Aldous 2016 All rights reserved

Photograph of cyclamen Veronica Aldous


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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