The NotSo Stranger


The NotSo Stranger

I am tasting you from afar
Touching your worn coatsleeves
Thrusting my ghosthands in your pockets
This is a healing with cold dark apples
Rolling from the thorny branches
Pitting the snow with blue shadows
The bed sheets are ice and the town is silent

I saw you once- an ink stain on white paper
Spreading delicious furry strands
I gasp at the memory

No matter how long you take
You are coming some day
Making me laugh in my sleep
You don’t need to be anything better
I  will understand the blackbirds
Of your kisses, when you alight
From the train…


Veronica Aldous 2017 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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