The Singer

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The Singer

Come out of the dark woods where the shade hits the floor in a purple bruise
Of absence!
On this side, sun illumines the whitest of flowers, the transparent peonies
The orchids in the orangery, the brilliant star of our imaginary lives

Oh colour!
Now pours down the waterfalls, the deep river is engorged
With juicy love of lychees and grapes…
The poets speak in their own tongues
That of transition and unknowing.

Beat drums!

Sing songs that I never heard before –
Let us drink and never look back!

 

Veronica Aldous 2016 All Rights reserved

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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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