Frozen April

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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

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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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