Beneath the gold there is fire Under the earth a goddess sleeps

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Beneath the gold there is fire
Under the earth a goddess sleeps

I watched my father die.
Next day he sat on a wall beside me
Put his arm around me
Whispered  ‘ you are my daughter’
Under his shabby old raincoat
I could smell his old brown skin
Cherry trees were his passion
He wandered with a book
Measuring leaves, making notes
He is still now, resting.
I lay my hand on the soft grasses
A light wind exhales love love love

All is transmuted
It becomes a flowering branch….

 

 

Veronica Aldous 2016 All right reserved

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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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2 Responses to Beneath the gold there is fire Under the earth a goddess sleeps

  1. Thank you so much x

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