Veronica Aldous

Poetry and Art by Veronica Aldous

Absence and Longing


The wind blew the dust of the orchids
Till they fell in tiny rain
Pocketed by the silvered banks
In vegetal greensleep

Ghost, Lady’s Slipper, Pyramidal
Helleborine, Creeping Lady’s-Tresses
Hear lost songs and murmurings
Their seed mouths pursed

For ten years, small fingers tap
The diurnal coils, feathery roots
Two tiny leaves, then four
What falls and rises in that time?

Waxen palest starlight,…

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Posted 4 weeks ago

Material Possessions


The stooped man, the humpbacked man
Carrying his wife’s old handbag
Black handbag, grey mac

Wind blowing hard
World in bag, books in a box
Yellowing, curling snailtrail pages

Dirty little koala stuck in a tree
A fuzzy bitchy toy
Svelte fella trips up steps
Chucks baby’s wheelalong
Young woman in pumps
Humps a freezer over a cliff
Old man again, slips between the skips
So old so bent so 45 degree…

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Posted 5 weeks ago

Mrs May's Mould

Mrs May’s Mould


Mrs May’s Mould

What lies beneath… the Ungodly Jam
Of Mrs May’s Brexit plan?
Once scraped, it’s good as new
The Raspberry’s saved!
The Toast goes free, (drum roll)
At last we gain back Border Control

Whilst she nibbles at the edges
We have our carrots, peas or aubergines
For Brussels gives us all our veggies
When the Pot is empty, what will we have?
Seasonal Caulis grown in manure?


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Posted 9 weeks ago

The War Photographer's Son

The War Photographer’s Son

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The War Photographer’s Son

The moon’s a trigger
his torso mapped with scars
perimeters, and the stars
are for hunting by
in strange scimitar regions
his camera flies
while my mother curls
me on her lap
and cries

there is always Reuters
to rely on and the papers
we have the old shrapnel
shards from netted stitches
trophies of an alien zone
maybe a return
camouflaged with laurels
my mother drops

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Posted 9 weeks ago

A Vulgar Boatman

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A Vulgar Boatman

When I lay in a fox’s sleep by the wall, as they say
But I was one eye open and my legs itched for sprinting

You bedded down and gave me bees’ kisses, and much more
Some of which I was not wanting, and some of which I was –

You could never tell which bit was good, and which poor
That is the way of lovemaking I believe, it is not an art,he said

Certainly not I said,spitting into…

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Posted 10 weeks ago

The Little Ghost of Whichways

The Little Ghost of Whichways

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The Little Foxgirl of Whichways

Being ‘here’ is very mystifying and sometimes little spirits whisper me stories of their tiny, unimportant, shimmering and brief lives…

When I was young and my shoon wore down
from traipsing up and down the shackled path
I had songs stuck in me head, tacked up
each step was a word, a stitch, a mark
I didna know that I was strange, I didna know
what people did, or…

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Posted 10 weeks ago

The old garden

The old garden. Soon to be lost. I have loved you for many a year. This land was once orchards as it is on the side of a valley. There are apple tree ghosts and those of a thousand thousand birds. There are yew trees and others. Slow worms, harvest mice and once there were bats, all inhabited its wide embrace. I have seen many wonders by slow patient gazing. Redwings drunk on rotting apples, tiny…

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Posted 11 weeks ago

Literary Reminders


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Literary Reminders

You are already loved, by the blue hour
By the cold road when you wept

Into his coat sleeve
Snowflakes all round
With the shops mockingly colourful

Tess walked on in the unweeded garden
Cracking snail shells which foretold  her demise
Angel Clare such a useless article, with a harp

Of all things.

She took to her bed with a man

She didn’t know and that was

A rum story.


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Posted 12 weeks ago

The Inevitable Rhythm

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The Inevitable Rhythm

Moon said to walk out over the jetty, Ronka
But the ache in the head and the natterjacks
Said hold on for August’s bitterns
They can comfort with their foghorn whoops
Moon said that she will take my dolls
For ahead is the inevitable clock of the windmill
The sail thwack about and its very near lovecries,
Moon said growfuckingup- so I did

It hurt like being birthed in…

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Posted 12 weeks ago
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Detail of Mrs Culpepers Alchemical Dress

Posted 13 weeks ago