Lady In Waiting

Lady in Waiting

For all those with a chronic illness.
Taught not to speak, lest she speak too much
She tends her charges, minds their needs
In careful folds and pleats, is dressed
In mourning’s morning clouds
Hopes for correct conduct without much hope
Lapses into stillness whilst counting pearls
Forgets herself; becomes a sleeping child
A frail bolt of bedclothes, a closing shutter
Her colours are hidden in peeling paint
Lace is the hornbeam which turns its leaves
Outside the  polished window
Love is very gentle and very difficult
She sings to all her little ones-

But that is never enough to explain
Her situation or her heart.


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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