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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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Kingsman

Kingsman Your hair that I hid in A membrane of silence Vibrating the fuzz On a moth O kingsman Can I speak to you? By all that is thin, shaded, worn Ancient and frayed I will search the gold air Unwinding … Continue reading

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Lost Cities

Varanasi Windows-  Watercolour and collage on paper by Veronica Aldous 2016 All Rights Reserved Lost Cities The citadels beneath the Indus spiritises My waking hours, as if just out of reach There we go about our business As if no calamitous anvil … Continue reading

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Maja’s Vanitas

Maja’s Vanitas In porphyry tables her reflection passes No one to hear her songs or sighs Flowers explode and wither on surfaces Coating the inlaid marble with pollens She lights seven tapers struck in time To the rhythm of the … Continue reading

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what is it like to lie in the attic concealed with the covering of dust upon the dust cover?

what is it like to lie in the attic concealed with the covering of dust upon the dust cover? I’ll tell you: the nights come one on one the little stars rise their eyes alight on the whitening shape of … Continue reading

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The Smoke blew through the Stone

Love is not the word for it, we had a very deep close relationship which was indefinable; as deep as the forest which surrounded us. We had our own language which we mostly never bothered much to speak… forest tongue, … Continue reading

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She Dreams of Three Guitars

She Dreams of Three  Guitars Along the Unpath, covens whisper of the caves Reaching up to grasp the olive groves Mouths ready for the unripe  harvest Strum the guitar number 1, maja For amber colonnades Reaching back to violet skies… Here … Continue reading

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