Lost Cities


Varanasi Windows-  Watercolour and collage on paper by Veronica Aldous 2016 All Rights Reserved

Lost Cities

The citadels beneath the Indus spiritises
My waking hours, as if just out of reach
There we go about our business
As if no calamitous anvil dropped
No bell clanged in a broken key
No drowning occurred, no cessation
Of the rhythmic pulses of co-existence
We hang the washing, eat and talk,

But deep under here, in sleep
I walk the labyrinthine snaking depths
Hear the ancient booms of sinking cargoes
Covered in ashes and dusted with pigments
Draped  in tattered silks I come and go

Tending the other, the elsewhere
Kneeling to plant  corals and pearls
That he he  may know that he is sought
Still honoured…
Beneath the terrifying ebb and flow.


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.
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