The starlings in the fog

The starlings in the fog

Stop motion, every other wing beat
Is suspended in white aspic
A clattering without sound
A machine without cams
A blinking of  sticky eyelids
Enchanting the mind with tics
About miracles, about sanctuary
About safety,about saviours
I love you

To the end of the reel.


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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