The sun was sulking by the roadside, its tattered sleeves trailing on the road. I rode through its fingers and I saw a yesterday-moon. So that was why the sun was sulking! Moon was quite violent in her stark holy shroud of fading paduasoy and the sun was competing and flaring, blinding me so that I was in danger.
Beautiful angry ladies take heed of the fir trees.They are blacker than footfall, more seductive than your own creamy flesh.


Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2017


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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