Veronica Aldous

Poetry and Art by Veronica Aldous

small boy

p1190328
small boy

my knees were sore
from kneeling, we rubbed saltwater
but if I smell salt I know it is nausea

I am in a boxed place we are many
I am one with the boxes
I have hands to look at and some colours
why is it always winter?

it is reducible
to a still point of light
to
the faultiness of memory.

Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2017

View On WordPress

Posted 2 days ago

The Ascent

dsc_0068

The Ascent
The garden rose up the small hillside until it became tussocky humps and bumps. Her feet twisted and sunk between the hummocks as she went. Her hair blew sideways although there was no wind and a hot dampness pervaded and inserted itself into her mouth and nostrils. Inside her ears was low ebbing hum off distant traffic, a wasp dying in a wasp trap.
Why did she start? It was a very…

View On WordPress

Posted 1 week ago

A Play in One Act

A Play in One Act

P1180349

A Play in one Act.

Act 1 Scene 1 Facebook

spoken by
Mrs J. Alfred Prufrock
(The unenviable keeper of trees, the semi-widow) enters stage left dragging a string of dead diaries.

Oh the dodgy smartass comments I have read on this codswalloping litany of social squalor. O the dredging of the ego pond! As if voiding the self were the whole
wretched blather.
The mirror of another….? No. The Let Down.

View On WordPress

Posted 1 week ago

Incunable

dovecote - Copy

Incunable

I had not realised what day it was
Waking from that brackish pool
Of slumber to a crack of peering light
No wonder I stared at stones and moss
Took boxes and filled them with crumpled silks
Thought of that strange dream
I had two years ago: the observatory
The orb, his book, an embroidered afternoon
When I took a high path to a greenlit space
And lay hardly breathing for half an hour
As…

View On WordPress

Posted 1 week ago

2.55AM

MINOTAURINA.jpg

Minotaurina – stitch on silk and monoprint- Veronica Aldous 

2.55AM

I was dreaming of a letter and  of red dye seeping
When the lightning came with its cold supernal finger
Snapping its bone in  the darkness
So the room shivered in frightful agonies
Impelling me to fetch my pen and write-
As if that would change a single thing!

I live a borrowed life
Where I still may bear children
Make love…

View On WordPress

Posted 4 weeks ago
Posted 5 weeks ago

Lonely Hunter

P1170301

Lonely Hunter

The lawnmower lasted longer than his wife

Pushing it out over the day’s-eyes

Reaping a harvest of wet chlorophyllic comfort

On a skin rumpled by moles

A house he had owned

Only as far as the foundations

Words cannot be pushed under

They keep erupting from the dragnet

Coming up from his brain canal

The candy grabber in the penny arcade

Limply shaking a loose skinned puppet

Winnin…

View On WordPress

Posted 5 weeks ago

On Writing

DSC00655.JPG

On Writing

Viveca in her white dress
With cobalt embroidery
Is nobody’s memory
In her soft moss lined mules
She walks as children walk
Down the hot peeling street
Of dusty pastel posters
She was never anyone
Drinking grenadine soda
Until I said so.

Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2017

View On WordPress

Posted 6 weeks ago

Babygod

P1160209

Babygod

He lit a match in the darkness
This was not a good thing
She knew to shut her eyes again
Look sleeping still;  Babygod make him go
Fly into bad dust!

Warning whitebone smile

She knowed
He was just the beginning.

Veronica Aldous

All Rights reserved 2017

View On WordPress

Posted 7 weeks ago
Posted 8 weeks ago