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
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


Full Fathom


Full Fathom

I am not one of many; I am one who knew
The volutes of your labyrinth
A sliding hand on the inner skin
The wall where pain had snagged
And wrought its patterns now overlaid
With sorrow’s bark; some sores still wept
With my hand which heeded pits and scabs
And made them call, O I said
O you replied
You whispered of his scarlet sash
and I said;
Corals are living bones.

Veronica Aldous 2017 All Rights Reserved

The NotSo Stranger


The NotSo Stranger

I am tasting you from afar
Touching your worn coatsleeves
Thrusting my ghosthands in your pockets
This is a healing with cold dark apples
Rolling from the thorny branches
Pitting the snow with blue shadows
The bed sheets are ice and the town is silent

I saw you once- an ink stain on white paper
Spreading delicious furry strands
I gasp at the memory

No matter how long you take
You are coming some day
Making me laugh in my sleep
You don’t need to be anything better
I  will understand the blackbirds
Of your kisses, when you alight
From the train…


Veronica Aldous 2017 All rights reserved


Old Year


They cut through the hillside revealing the light.They found me with my coat sleeves fraying in soft threads. Velvet eyed in the twilight, as stunned a moonstruck doe!
With the door hanging on its hinges as though it no longer fitted its frame.
I asked you where you were going; you turned slightly but I could only see the hill beyond, gleaming as if it would take you forever.
I have your hair wrapped round my finger that will not let me marry.
The moon clock is never telling the right time now. I sift the leaf mould with this little gold sieve; trying to augur the crystals, the worms and the stones, the telling of what happens now…


Words and photograph by Veronica Aldous  2016 all rights reserved



Harbours are where we hide our eyes
A  mutual love of grey green sea
Legs stretched out, brick wall behind
We survey the differences
How your hands seem less sure
How  some silence is an alembic
I weigh up a resentful solitary boat
Rusting on its moorings
A forgotten oar left rotting
You are looking at your beer
It’s shining
The gods have sent  you some fire –
I am hurting
Tide slaps the pulleys
You hurt more
I feel yours more than mine

Yearning to watch you sleep.

VeronicaAldous 2016 all rights reserved

Midnight’s Gift

Midnight’s Gift

Fill my bed with smooth pebbles
That I may lie with you
Beneath the coverlet of water
My face on your shoulder once more
Everything rushes and  groans
Under this unyielding moon
There is that deep violent blue
Whose animus is green
I am confused by our melding
The sliding of skins
But you are gentle as a fish
In your eyes are vibrant butterflies
You clasp my hot shivers
Until my politeness ends
Grasping at anything
That makes you love me more…


Veronica Aldous 2016 All Rights Reserved

Painting by Veronica Aldous  2016 not to be reproduced.