People who live precariously are kings

Lean from cafes, mobile in one hand
Anchoring the space to some island
In their heads where there is chance
Lush encounters with Paraguayan dancers
Dreamscapes of foreign travel
An idea coalescing , germ of stories
Snippings of conversations, clinking
Coffee cups, glittering impenetrable lives
To take home and whisper into the corners
Of an empty room at midnight.

I am there with them. I watch them watching
Impotent as Canute before a sea
Of semiotics and a thesaurus of possibilities
I am waiting for something

A word
It will come.



Copyright Veronica Aldous 2016


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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One Response to People who live precariously are kings

  1. Macxermillio says:

    Enchanting. This should be framed and hung up on a wall.


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