Diurnal/ Nocturnal- Portrait 
by Veronica Aldous All Rights Reserved 2016



Past extreme as a photograph
Punch needling the surface of the present
The gap  between the platform and the train
The fact you walked around in the dark and rain
Not caring if I cared…
It’s art to understand adventuresses
The cold assailant ambitiousness
Of hunting down my man –
My only friend was lost

Since you were none.

Such thoughts are like branch lines
Closed off but still humming with graffiti
Weeping so hard my chest hurt
Paralysed in neon
Upon a frozen concourse
I stood gasping, raw eyed as a deer
Upon a blood stained plateau.

But there it is, you made a story of your life.
So neat and well defined in print
No jackknifed unpicked sprawling damage.

Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2016




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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