Four Thousand Secrets


Four Thousand Secrets

Repository of dreams, lidded like a sewing box
Loveliness of nothingness, that no one wants to hear
Wind soughing in the branches, the way the window

Went jet black as if a mirror made of ink had poured
Itself on night and walked off crying, scraping heels

Friendly, this particular way of sitting
One to one, each turned to solitude but sharing
Air, expectant spaces, the way a feather floats
From a pillow,
Knowing the stand of trees just down the road

Some tea, oh lovely dear?

Moments where everything was exposed like skin
That flaked and shed itself, was damaged and renewed
Warm hands beneath a solemn moon, a kind of tryst

How somewhere there is an envelope
Addressed to me
Still sealed.

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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4 Responses to Four Thousand Secrets

  1. intrudesite says:

    So beautiful . I love the expression ” Moments everything exposed like the skin” and ” Somewhere an envelope waiting sealed ” Brilliant imagery.


  2. chithankalai says:

    “Some tea, oh lovely dear?” – touch.. touch….


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