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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 do? Fo mi?

Slow tings burnin’
Hot tides breakin’ on science
Obeah thickets

As he walked toward her
As if he would govern
Her ownliness, her balm yard

Fo’  cri! She laugh out loud
Dis one tink he Cortez !


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 Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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