Monday, 29 September 2008

Super 8 Poem -Veronica

Super 8

I gain no admittance here
even though I remember the colour
of each blanket in the bedrooms
the parlour filled with uncertain light
blinking turns the sun off and on.

I want to run down the stairs
to the kitchen and out into the garden
feeling the naked step over carpet, lino
wood and grass, to be received;
a welcome visitor to the summerhouse.
The creamy purring corner
of tea and animals and fading traycloths
I want to talk to those tired and snoozing
holograms who know the family tongue,
the meaningful interstices, the vowels
a metaphor for love,.Dare I mention, love
again, and once more love-
I want to run the old film one more time-
Its final title bleaching on the minds eye

Oh we are a broken clan.

Tuesday, 23 September 2008

FM poem

Today I have no comment, fine fingers
shoot up my legs and arms and my
synapses are on amber alert:
I am a map of nerves and my borders
are constantly being patrolled
the perimeter fences electrified and discordant-
through these echo messages
the government of fibromyalgia
telling me that I need to write it down
that a reckoning and a totting-up
on the gross national debt of coping
will mean heavy borrowing and cracking down
of the crossfire from all 11 checkpoints.

Tuesday, 16 September 2008

Cat poem and images by Veronica Aldous

Uhauma-um, err
Ura, ha, mm
Eh? e hana
Uh, uhauma-err!


He sleeps, his cat all tongues
Licking the intense vegetation
A flea? Then cough!
a pause
Oh should she run away?

Sunday, 14 September 2008

Imaginary Boyfriend

Imaginary Boyfriend

In a parallel universe he closes his eyes and dreams
are a giant purifying force, how cut off we are
how cut off. Unravelling slightly I can imagine
his sleeping, his breathing as if it is different
from any other respiration. It's not, of course
of course, it's not. We make our gods from nix
then wonder why they're not much more ardent
a hand on the nape during self-made love.

Veronica Aldous 2008