Orienteering the Underworld

butterfly and doll.jpg

Orienteering the Underworld

With a box of tricks and gleaming sextant
I can visit you
Time being the limit of my peregrination
Stepping over mandrakes and staring into deep pools
Is a fine measured business, one that I learned long ago
The art of losing things and forgetting are ancient skills
That you mastered with ease
I was always good at finding your spectacles or your pills.

I am sure I can manage with this compass and torn map
That I finagled from a side drawer in a dream –
Somewhere in your bedroom I am still sleeping
To the sound of the kettle boiling in an empty room
You stepped out for a moment, for a cigarette, maybe?

Never to return.

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 Lulu.com. Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
This entry was posted in poems and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

3 Responses to Orienteering the Underworld

  1. intrudesite says:

    Truly moving .
    ” You stepped out for a cigarette never to return ”
    Yes, it is very difficult to accept finality of death.
    Thank you for sharing.


  2. Thank you my dear friend x


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s