Gold ticket 

Gold ticket 

They come from distant corners

The halt and lame, the smokers

Drinkers, street watchers

The girls with chronic knees

The women with their childbirth backs

The men with phantom arms

They want to dance, they yearn

Leaning on a wide soft memory

Some have shattered minds

They came to dance

Their children hover

I am there

Near the back.

Veronica Aldous © 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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