Veronica Aldous

Poetry and Art by Veronica Aldous

How ink will help me understand

How ink will help me understand


How ink will help me understand

So long to arrive, stamped FORGOTTEN
The pale blue vellum, the dark words
Each beautifully formed curlicue, a flourish
To assuage long spent terror, tears.

The messenger was a page
This was hidden in his things
He meant to post it, or he did
Look, here’s the doghead stamp, the imprint
Inside he says how much you meant
The unspent years.

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Posted 4 days ago

50 Years

P1220179 Look at a tree properly
Not even the whole conundrum, just one limb
Or the seed, even its body
Is only light streaks, immaterial
Just a green grey line hit by solar particles
Wood it may be, leaves, bark, tongue…
The best way is to forget all that
Remember, we are only peering
New born to shadow and shining
Christened and dying all at once
Just to see one thing
As it is
The eye burned by the…

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Posted 2 weeks ago
<p>Rainstorm at Six. Veronica Aldous. Watercolours.<br/>

Rainstorm at Six. Veronica Aldous. Watercolours.

Posted 2 weeks ago
<p><strong><a href="">Etudes</a></strong></p>

<p>Etudes 1. A little guillotine chops the film A girl assembles the frames Into a great pattern, a rose window…</p>


Etudes 1. A little guillotine chops the film A girl assembles the frames Into a great pattern, a rose window…

Posted 4 weeks ago

Balsam and Rue


Balsam and Rue

Aunt Chook’s got the plant called pop-bang
outside her window, she raffled a doll
I didn’t win so I cried although I was 18
(I was very ill from footprints on my head)
When she’s on holiday we feed James
The cat, he’s a Maine Coon
He also has a pet stuffed toy otter
He wraps his cat arms round it and sings

Please may I, please may I, please may I

Aunt Chook looks after elderly…

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Posted 4 weeks ago
<p>Segundo’s Door. Watercolour Veronica Aldous.<br/>

Segundo’s Door. Watercolour Veronica Aldous.

Posted 5 weeks ago
Posted 5 weeks ago




In a huddled corner I long for cuckoo pint, marjoram
Lush swathes of grass to brush and burr my fur
I am not a lush kitten, but an old mistress
Once called Pip, then called RonkaConka

None comes to rescue one-eye having served
My useful days on laps, my paps hung with tinies
Little tumblers long gone, no longer mother but ratter
Perhaps? I offer that.

I am forest, I declare I know how…

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Posted 5 weeks ago




I thought about boiling some glue
Making flypapers in the gloom
Hanging them up and catching
Hardhearts and worrypests
Finaglers and wicked hurters

But I have caught glow worms and stars
And my mother’s beautiful voice
Singing to me, to calm me
As I weep on the stairs

I am still attached
By the caul
By the mind
By the heart.

Veronica Aldous  2018  all rights reserved

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Posted 5 weeks ago

When will it End?

When will it End?


Pio and Almedo in the rotting courtyard
With the game of draughts between them
The huge banana palms in greenlit haze
From cigars Hypatia brought them

Sipping rum and trading whore-stories
She better not hear, the big bottom
Of all bottoms, as the sun falls
Behind her bottom
And night cicadas squizzle in the pots
Of dirty lilies and here come hot sausages
From the sausage and hot fat bars
As red…

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Posted 7 weeks ago