Coloured by the light burning, the light murmuring, the light mouthing
Constant as a medium with the silk cloth over her head
The golden fizzing lake of sunblinded eels
Scrying the why-whys, the inevitable return to not-knowing
At sunset behind the back door there is now ash of glass
Burned hair once stroked upon an upper lip in ecstasy of love
Who walks amid blue-grey foaming billows?
On Orb Way gold rakes through astonished purple clouds
Expensive windows glint the dying day’s semaphore
The paint expands upon the damp paper
A song evanesces, call it a liede
This violet spreading into aureolin
A terrific hissing of unwanted fireworks
The end of the visitation
Is always a shock.
Veronica Aldous 2016 all rights reserved.