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The Shadows of Oaks

Artwork by Veronica Aldous- stitch and stain on leaf dyed wool felt.  The Shadows of Oaks I have spent 50 years engaging oak trees in conversation the answers come in the form of  shadowplay and at nightfall certain  peculiar moths. … Continue reading

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August

Fingers stained with elderberries Marking all the tender cracks My own hands are a map I need no other.   Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2017   Photograph of Zinnias from Titsey Place Gardens . Veronica Aldous

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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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The Last Place

  The Last Place Had a gated door, a  flight of steps bounded by the forest Where thin lipped creatures crept along paths Undiscernible to the naked eye, ghosts walking Down alleyways rank with moss and drooping tongues Of ferns, … Continue reading

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Fruit

Fruit Entering another garden The air is different here, suffused With other scents, hot wrinkled fruit Wistful as old baboushkas A clogged pond full of bottlebrush weed The trees hang over like guests Waiting for the dessert… I am not part 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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The Grasses

The Grasses For Bart They dance like people inferring the hour that leaves us separate but  for now echoing the movement of the wind they occasionally touch seeds falling like honours at their feet.   Veronica Aldous 2016 All Right … Continue reading

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