Veronica Aldous

Poetry and Art by Veronica Aldous

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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 there

None of this can be undone
Even one part is sanctity.

Veronica Aldous 2017 All rights reserved

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Posted 3 weeks ago

Existential White Rabbit

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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
Written specially

eat me
drink me, go on
it’s black as night again
moon clock, I digress;
O Inchoate bloody universe
Where…

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Posted 4 weeks ago

Forty beats

landscape with gold streak

Summerland path

Forty beats

The birds turn to the west
Clouds gone over the coppice
Outcrop of chalk,  red earth

Pour my heart over a cliff
Black words in the rookery
Forty beats gone.

Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2017

Painting by Veronica Aldous available from the artist £300

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Posted 4 weeks ago

Female 1

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Female 1

She kept a
caterpillar-handbag
full of chomping inmates eating away her neuroses

Sloughing a carapace is not easy
it shucks the soul’s skin away

in pockets and compartments
there are thousands of shivering husks

less lovely than their floating sisters.

 

Veronica Aldous 2017 all rights reserved

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Posted 7 weeks ago

Earth - a poem for World Earth Day

Earth – a poem for World Earth Day

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Earth

In its cloaked or muddy-striped clarity

Occluded or shining through the lacework

It is the warmth and the alien chilliness

Of astounding starflowers, juicy fat red poppies

With black eyes and blue pollen,

It is a birth painted with words

Or loss clad in sorrow’s leaves.

It is how to heal

How to speak and how to be still

Allowing the core to be plunged into clear water

Beating and turning…

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Posted 8 weeks ago

Kingsman

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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 the thread Until I say the wrong thing Why do you not stop? At the next corner He hesitates and disappears.

Veronica Aldous 2017 all rights reserved Photograph…

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Posted 8 weeks ago

Miranda

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Miranda

I think of the world,
The sudden violence and the angry mobs
The despots and the samurai, the warlords and armies
Edifices of skulls, fortresses of twisted metal
The shadows of souls left  smeared on the walls and ramparts
I thought of all this
As if it were the story of somewhere else
Not here where I fashion a necklace of shells
Taking each lustred  vortex
Threading them close so they…

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Posted 8 weeks ago

Ouch!A Moral Story

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 Ouch! A Moral Story-

I was born just the sort of person that fits in. Two legs, eyes and a nose. I had other attributes and my sexuality was unquestionably mainstream. I was the right colour as well, what luck!
If the mainstream was subject to change, I changed too.
It was such fun going on marches two by two, being great at Mathematics and sport. Everyone knows that one tests intelligence and…

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Posted 9 weeks ago

Minotaurina

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Minotaurina

Snip snip snip went the little scissors cutting into the silk cloth. Perhaps the magic was deeper in the delicate places than the strong tight wove parts.
The half hearted people were not as brave as the fairy stories,; the killers not as powerful as the spiders in their gorgeous webs.
There is a place which is retreat. where they built the houses. The ghost paths ramble and twist and…

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Posted 9 weeks ago

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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Posted 10 weeks ago