The Perfume Tree

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The Perfume Tree

When I awoke the sun was turning the tree
Into an angel, a celebration  of white edges
The sun turned on my belly
The wind blew a little warm sigh
As if I cradled a happy child there

None of this can be undone
Even one part is sanctity.

 

Veronica Aldous 2017 All rights reserved

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Existential White Rabbit

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Earthworks painting by Veronica

Existential White Rabbit

Everyone wishes the moon would talk to them
Secretly, they believe they know her better
Than all her many lovers
that when
Thom sings our favourite lullaby
The book falling from his hands
Into our laps, it is our book.

eat me
drink me, go on
it’s black as night again
moon clock, I digress;
O Inchoate Bloody Universe
Where we search for magic
That isn’t there.

In Dome Way, I see the attic
Where the telescope resides
The satin box, his things, his mysteries…
I’d sit in the dark again shivering
Just to hear the peeps of that crazy owl
The one you called Ethelbert-

How I miss the crease above your thumb!

 

Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2017

Painting   by Veronica Aldous

Forty beats

landscape with gold streak

Summerland path

Forty beats

The birds turn to the west
Clouds gone over the coppice
Outcrop of chalk,  red earth

Pour my heart over a cliff
Black words in the rookery
Forty beats gone.

Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2017

Painting by Veronica Aldous available from the artist £300