November 5th

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November 5th

The sky slings its limp tarpaulin
Over a wan summer colored arcade
Walled away from chitter-chatter
I wish I had brought a red lipstick
Instead of this widow-dark shade
Which printed a hostile fan on my cup
The cake is  gracefully uncoiling
Custard and raisins spiralling outward
Oblivious to sorrow or hardship
Pastry is better than sour old symbols
Which turn the stomach to stone
Galoshes and worms, blighted apples
And all the cold wet rubbery
Apparatus of  trying not to remember

How it turns on a point
In one hapless spin.


Veronica Aldous 2016  all rights reserved

Original art Veronica Aldous not to be reproduced


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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