Day of Air and Wet Earth

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The garden is fragrant with cucumber juices
A deer is nestling on some damp grasses, pressing them low
His ears make a rudimentary peace sign
The sun is a heavy sopping sluttish pillow
Flopped onto the white clouds
A bold white snail traces across the path
His eyeballs poke and retreat in the air
Which is the same consistency as his body
As wrinkled as a finger too long in the bath
He is laughing at the patterns in his mucus.
Some ghosts whisper that they lived here once
Their robes trail in the dankness
Darkening with soaked stains of hedgerow salts
Bluebells dribble onto the soil
Everything is crushed herbs, pungent
As a tongue inside another’s mouth
Searching for an answer

As a tongue inside another’s mouth
Searching for love.

 

Veronica Aldous All rights reserved 2016

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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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