When I awoke
With that cold apple in my hand
They asked me
‘Is it faith or conciousness?’
As I couldn’t speak just yet
Being numbed by the  chambers of my heart
The diastolic interstices, the silence
Mirrored all silences
The space around the fruit more lambent
Than the flesh, core and skin.


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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