Weary slippers


Weary slippers

Clouds lend themselves rain-masks, quickstep
In a mirage of ballrooms which are chained against
The late arriving dancer; these are glossy rooms
Whose mirrored confusions hide unknowable essences
Out here tenebrous corners shield dust-mice
Dripping fats build new mishapen candles
Embedding dreams with secondhand encounters
She peers longingly, belongingly
At the sugared fancies sparkling on long dais
Set out in such taunting array
Out here there is only homeward
If her address can be remembered
After such lavish wanderings
Such ineluctable diminuendos –

But how plangent is that music!
As all music is, when you are cold

When heard from far away.


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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