Wollstone Craft

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Veronica’s poetry collections are all available on Amazon

Wollstone Craft

In the gloom,  furbelows puff stiffer than a peacock tail
My eyes take on a stoic gleam as the mirror sheens and shimmies
Up the brazen fireplace to the lambrequin enfolded windows…
I am stuffed as much as the pine martin in the bell jar
The doodads on the pianoforte flick their musty passementerie
Emboldened by the aspic air, the isinglass of eggs
I am button backed this evening, when I think of you
Fished up on an enchanted shore
Where mildew can never creep along your edges
Nor book mites eat your face
St John Ersthwhile Hughes-Fortinbrass
A lover invented in so much haste
Is just as good as books
and so
I gaze out upon the paralysed Park
A hyena in a petticoat, imbibing belladonna
And laudanum, sublingually, my dear.

 

Veronica Aldous all rights reserved

 

Veronica’s poetry collections are all available on Amazon

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