Maja’s Vanitas


Maja’s Vanitas

In porphyry tables her reflection passes
No one to hear her songs or sighs
Flowers explode and wither on surfaces

Coating the inlaid marble with pollens
She lights seven tapers struck in time
To the rhythm of the cajón’s beating heart

The archway leads to a hot green ocean
Where days are swallowed by tides and spume
Dream here a while in sussurating embraces

The bone pavilion glints out at sea.


Veronica Aldous 2016 All Rights reserved



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