When the wind blows my hair back I am everyone


When the wind blows my hair back, I am everyone.
The bundle under the bed in the biscuit tin!
I kept things that were memories.

I opened it and everything was broken
My braces, my Nana’s glued ornament
The school photo with glorious Miss King.

A mistake had occurred and I got a wound for it
They beat me to the ground
5 girls with shining shoes and angry mouths
My eye got hurt, everything shook unjustly
The policeman shook his head so sadly.

It was embarrassing doing exams in dark glasses
It was uniquely dark and pointless
Now that everything was in pieces
My teacher would be old now
She loved us all, was merciful and young

So do not try to teach me
A lesson I will not learn.


Veronica Aldous 2016 All Rights Reserved


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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