November 2nd


November 2nd

What fruit comes after frost?
Bletted quinces may quicken their saps
Frilled hunks of dryad’s saddle
Outlined with rime skittering deep roots
Into the angry  king fallen in battle
Dishonoured with beetle labyrinths

But I have wrapped you in large warm leaves
Tell me about the  African babies?
Enfolded in their green corn sheaths.


Veronica Aldous 2016 All rights reserved

Painting also by Veronica Aldous


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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