Monthly Archives: July 2016

The Blood of Ghosts

The Blood of Ghosts On this star where nothing matches, the clueless seek pennies Under a gold streaked sky, a woman sits on a great rock The vestiges of love wrapped around her, ghost blood Is the colour of  limes … Continue reading

Posted in poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Mortal- Poetry book by Veronica Aldous

Dear Reader, My book, Mortal, is a collection of some of my best poems. Themes include nature, magic and desire, loss and healing. The book was created with love and care to  bring pleasure to the senses. Please click the … Continue reading

Posted in poems | Tagged , , , , , | 4 Comments

She Dreams of Three Guitars

She Dreams of Three  Guitars Along the Unpath, covens whisper of the caves Reaching up to grasp the olive groves Mouths ready for the unripe  harvest Strum the guitar number 1, maja For amber colonnades Reaching back to violet skies… Here … Continue reading

Posted in poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Lazy Cat and La Malinche

Lazy Cat and La Malinche La Malinche queen of conspirators, arches her back Flips in and out of being a cat, is sun on pebbles The dark shadow cupping her buttocks In two crisp indigo moons, she loves That grey … Continue reading

Posted in poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

The War Photographer’s Son

From Mortal, my first collection of poems The War Photographer’s Son   The moon’s a trigger his torso mapped with scars perimeters, and the stars are for hunting by in strange scimitar regions his camera flies while my mother curls … Continue reading

Posted in poems | Leave a comment

Ember

  Ember Fans the sweat heat coming through the  ripped door Cracked feet dusty soled upon the beaten clay The wheat all bent in rows and swaying  as if reapers Worked in time together strung in lines, but only breeze Tickles all the feather … Continue reading

Posted in poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Calypso

Calypso She made love to all the little fishes, slipping them through her fingers From mi yeye deh a mi knee she sang to all the black nosed  creatures Learning their names by hearing their voices, what can this un … Continue reading

Posted in poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment