Mandelbrot

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As steps of shadows ache, let all things fall
there is a pattern
but none within can make sense of it at all
so push or drift as silk or stone
will slide or crash within the chamber
exposing pain that lives deep in cuts
a bloodied sigma mirrored back
in the self replicating corridor.

 

Veronica Aldous  all rights reserved 2017

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Refugee

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We made many guns and arms and warplanes. The instruments of war.
We armed the world to its teeth and made billions.
Nation fought nation bringing horror and famine and waves of lost children
We turned the refugees aside as they ‘don’t belong here’.
A child drowning in an ocean didn’t matter once we said
‘we need to look after our own.’

We created this situation.
We voted for it

Until we are all refugees

Our voices lost in a rising sea.

 

Veronica Aldous 2017

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The day after Halloween

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The day after Halloween

At our cafe a woman keeps trying to catch my eye
Whilst I am trying to read a  badly subtitled tv
She is getting louder, but a thousand are caught
In a  bottleneck, a madman chops his hand like sabre
A serpent park is his monomania
His face is  mould white, a twisted hole for a mouth

This is attrition, barbarous  fog outside
Wrythen coils of  purblindness
Amid the carrot cake and cappuccinos

Oh she says to her boyfriend, his phone waved around

Just look at your fucking  head in that costume!

 

Veronica Aldous 2016 All rights reserved