Cate’s Lipstick


This is from my book Mortal which is available on Amazon

Cate’s Lipstick


Cate Blanchett is incandescing, having a red lipstick moment

She dissembles, is caught out, winces.

Her phone rings twice, and the camera pans to the low table

Some deep hues emerge there which foretell her downfall.

What should she do? There is light on a wall in strange patterns,

I don’t like the look of her blouse, too racy, too blue.

Her teeth probably ache. I know she’s acting, but does she feel

Culpable for this sad moon, this set of frames

This way we all respond? So we breathe in the lit-up air,

Remember some relative time, some infidelity

Or judgement to be made. The window is white:

In the shed there lingers some forgotten doll

Sitting waist high in a tin tub, tiny tears with drilled in holes

Peeing and crying. I am looking from far away,

At Cate from outer space, I am the lunar shift

Peering at dreams. The sprockets tear

The film flips and flaps, the audience groans

As though Cate has dropped through time –

Damn! I like her lipstick – that kiss-off colour!




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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