Author Archives: Veronica Aldous

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 Lulu.com. Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.

Babygod

  Babygod   He lit a match in the darkness This was not a good thing She knew to shut her eyes again Look sleeping still;  Babygod make him go Fly into bad dust! Warning whitebone smile She knowed He … Continue reading

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Small Fairground

Small Fairground Their voices peal a gamelan of tones Perhaps there is a paddling pool Wriggling toe-fish in rubbery water A too cold breeze… I only have these little sounds to play with A rockpool of reminders Where each sense … Continue reading

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Kumadori

Kumadori Toshiro licks his finger Perfects his brow One pink wet moment On a  snow white ground As a plum exudes resin He expects her to open A man cannot always be a god.   Veronica Aldous all rights reserved … Continue reading

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The Perfume Tree

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 … Continue reading

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Existential White Rabbit

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 … Continue reading

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Forty beats

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 … Continue reading

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Female 1

Female 1 She kept a caterpillar-handbag full of chomping inmates eating away her neuroses Sloughing a carapace is not easy it shucks the soul’s skin away in pockets and compartments there are thousands of shivering husks less lovely than their … Continue reading

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