His architect wife

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His architect wife

Wei-Wei is wearing forty layers of scintillating hanfu
Silk is wrapped tight- oof! about her little waist
Hampered by feet so small they do not need binding into lotusblossoms
She tiptoes with high poof-poof hair perched with glossy magpies

No one knows about the little pooches hidden in her sleeves
Or the fact she eats midges and moths, biting  at the air like a fox
Sometimes she desecrates the earth with kumquat  coloured urine
Unfolds every paper toy she can lay her small pointed hands upon –

Otherwise

Life is a series of curtailed impulses
A tense clicking of tongues
A brush which only inks out

the Englishman’s strange probing kisses.

 

Veronica Aldous 2016 All Rights 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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