Personal Politickes



swordsOne of those  dancing princesses- graphite on paper copyright Veronica Aldous

Personal Politickes

I learned to trust
Scraping the ice from my boot heels
Winnowing snow from my bushy hair
Dark paths led me to the guilt house
Where lies were spun into fairy tales

Oh loveliness of surprise!
Thinking your bones were just like mine
Here’s Fuchsia in her broken tower
Her electric skull a shifting paradigm
I am the girl in the blue mirror
The castle’s walls will rise again.


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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3 Responses to Personal Politickes

  1. Macxermillio says:

    They will rise again indeed. I get that you mean you close your self up from the lies and fantasies and just ee where that takes you.

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