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Soviet Dreams
I know nothing of LeningradBut I have a box with painted domesThe sky holds the ogee against itselfThe way we hold bad memoriesAs if they are sacred, fined and exquisite Scintilla. Beauty is one speck in an eyeA moment of lunacyWhen the body overcomes the AngelSuch stupidity is due to faulty wiringA sudden urgeAfterwardI evermore observe myselfFrom that threshold doing a very foolishBut…
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Godless Gods
Some are silent where they are laidSome loved so much they still speakIt is easy to forget there are no gods but our ancestors Words and images all rights reserved Veronica Aldous 2025 painting of Ghost Flowers Veronica Aldous
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What have you done ?
Outside, on that dark oceanThe problem of the denizen IndifferenceWhich swallowsSinking children, strangers. In this monster, all lives are lost… Which despot can listen to the blackcap singingIn the early morning? And not care The wind on the trees now that SpringHas elicited complex green shoots? And not care Can you love each small thing tenderlyAs the capillaries of your own body? And…
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Guard-Mother Is insane with fine tweaked threadsResembles a flowering brainful Giddy, I lie in the women’s enclosureAll around are miniscule harebellsRattling in the breeze, my skirtIs decorated with wheat stalksI sewed it myself, for peaceA magic against the cruelty I am nowhere, but it’s a placeIn the South WestHere is where I suddenly felt safeThe ghosts of women were in the soil My…
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I Live in Days
I Live in Days They powder, crumbling old butterfliesAs soon as I think of themWere you ever my friend?I cannot recall your presenceJust your hands movingOn some bright screenI am unsure of everything This year was all in tiny piecesThat I could not sew togetherI threw them into the wind I have so many nervesThat unravel into red threadsI do not believe in natural selectionOr I would be a…
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Excepting where you went...
I wrote this about my Dad.I don’t think he’d mind Wind flurries, flirting with hailstonesYou went offshore, out of rangeSome place, in that damned mac of yoursThat you always buttoned wrongly. It is in the wrongness that heart existsI cannot always love a right thing,Crookedly collared, I saw you sitting on wallOh there you are, I saidOf course, you answered, I’m waiting. Sometimes sun…
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Lilting
I thought it a good thingThe walls were painted whiteNo one could say it was not clean…A whistling birdTold me other stories He even had a songAbout not speakingOf wounds, sedimentDropping down into a well I fell into a tranceWith my blue-black feathersI attended the needs of othersHad a book of excusesFor cruel manners One day my limbsGrew into a stiff treeThe bird was uncagedAt the cost of…
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For World Poetry Day
And the Destroyed We embroider the hemsThe old star worn sky is pricked throughEmblems of linked children, wingedHorses parade, in blue soaked windowsHere, as we hug ourselves close We were magicians, are witches, mermaidsWriting poems on walls, on our tonguesOn our very underwear. Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2024 Artwork Jus by Veronica Aldous copyright
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Impediment
High small roomAs she recitedto belongto this clean light! a cup was broughtpale coffeetwo biscuitsthe blue bookwell handledwas put awayFather B reassuringre.the Devil ‘I am sure youknow nothingof His Works.’ pale blue beadscounting downto another world she did not like tothink of himhaving any formlessthingthat makes men intoa curious fuzzy insect Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2024
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The Young Priest
The child is lost nowMortal sin to kill it. But I was fourteenI could not keep it He shiveredIt was all wrong. The girl was a bent stalkHer brown hair hung Starred with dropletsHe longed to touch her The sky was luminous rainFlowers raised their faces All of it is sinHis tongue said His heart pumpingDown tiny corridors As she kneltBreathing sorrow TransparentAs a winding cloth.
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Hygge
The wood pigeonOn her roostGood morningMy sweet She opened one eyeSleepy in the fogFrom the tenement boilersFolded into featherinessAs if two hands held herSnugged in woolJust my wish warmthSky is the rooftopOf our love. Birdsong by Veronica Aldous All rights reserved Veronica Aldous 2023
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Brain Worm
My brain is misfiring today.It wants to go rummage in dark moldThe remains of past leavesWhich is not healthyAspergillus in aspic.It wants to stand under a treeThat was cut down in 1974(And even then it was a bloody awful tree)It wanted to write a trioletBring back the old guitarsWhich were broken up for scrapLost letters, lost loves, old hammersBattering inside the casing of black lacquerOh me,…
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Stage Directions
At the marginIs an upturned boatResembles a coracleNo paddle, beachedIn a forest The revenantSitting there againSmoking a damp cigaretteShut against it allGross gardensSnail crushers “People are shellfishThey open and shutLike my left eye.” (she points)“Sometimes, they emitA low whistle…It comesFrom a gaseous space.” Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2023
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Incensual
My name is IsaoUnder painted leavesI watch the small worldsRain. Cold does not reach meI am ever wet from thinkingBarefoot, my brocadeRagged. I long for the cedarsHere on this seat I waitFor the taste Resin. Far off is a bellIt stuns the temple in my earEchoing in the bone pavilionMemory. If I tip my head soOpen my mouthThe sky falls into meBowl. All rights reserved published Veronica…
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Empyre
Follow the link below to hear me read Empyre https://www.instagram.com/reel/CtZdpqptcl3/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
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Transient Superconductivity
The moon at 4amIs the muezzinKindsadnessIn the living barkIn my fingertipsMy hair freezingIn its true purposeAs electric antennae A vibrant nightjarUlulating comfyBliss,In the erect eyeIn my earwatcherThe ancient lizardOf a birdDrilling at the silence. Veronica AldousAll rights reserved 2023
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