Imperfect Arcadia

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Imperfect Arcadia
Dammed up water overflows from a spring
Decorate my face with flowers then!
Bid them leave offerings beneath my eyes
My mouth opens like a fish
O drunkenly…
There is no meaning in becoming a waterfall
There is no sense in the taste and the swelling
I could water a lily, consecrate an elegy
With tidal ink spatters, make dew form on roses
But I am a broken cleft knifed into a raw rockface

Spurting tears into an unseemly abyss.

 

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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