November 6th


November 6th


Transfixed by a  climaxing  pomegranate
Rolling in a heap of  ravening tulips
The  indulgence of a dead hare –
Smooth elision of eucharist
And black holes, white cloth spills
A greedy cream over black skins
The lizard gnawing on rotting spoils
After iconoclasm, a boiling orgasm
A bacchanalian cornucopia
Of  yellow kumera,  belching melons
Skittering insects and an  ogling parakeet
Jaded and lush as a pumphouse dolly.

Smearing the canvas with oily syrups
Inexorable moulds and  auguries of exotic fish
Whilst in putrefying galleys
Sugars break out in a  sweat
The artist shrugs her shoulders
Wiping a greasy finger –

Always there is a carcass.


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 Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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