The Wolf goes unscathed 2004


The Wolf goes unscathed


I felt you leave me at the fourth stroke precisely. A great long pull and your soul removed from me while I was on the stairs. Under the white aspirin moon my quiver fell from me, my bow and my little grey arrows. I crumpled into a shucked skin, a carapace because you had been holding me up- kept me from sleeping, in stasis. They offered me water, a unicorn’s horn-  nobody knew why  I was  howling!

Out of my mouth came  thin Actaeon’s ghost

into the region of lost things, the wounded:

A hair in my bed- the hare in the wood,

I’m choking on hubris

I ‘ll not hunt you.



 written 2004


Veronica Aldous 2016 All Rights resrved


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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