The Other Tree

Black syrup.The nuns were outraged
At the mess, the overt juiciness,
I stole some for her, letting them fall
Into my hands like sun-wild children's kisses-
Purple from fingertip to elbow
We grabbed at them, crushing them into our mouths
While they were full of heat and sticky solar life
I will steal any fruit for my mother
Gladly immoral.

The nuns cut down the mulberry
Dirty sacrament offended them-
The blood of Pan
Was too much
For their white thin mouths.

Copyright Veronica Aldous

published  September 2015

Madam Unicorn Dream Cinema- Wool felt, pure silk and remnant collage mounted on silk hand and machine stitch with digital print. 24 ins square approx

Little story for you: When I was 16 I used to know a girl called Avril. She was 4' feet 9 inches. I am 5 foot 5 and towered over her. She was blonde. She dated a man called Big Dave who was about 7 foot tall. They used to do the Lindy Hop and jitterbug. Avril wore drainpipes and never any shoes or socks even in Winter. She loved children. I didn't like Big Dave because he used to hit on me when her back was turned. She chucked him in the end. I was glad about that. I kind of love the memory of Avril no shoes dancing....

Ali's reply

I'm all about something
You don't know about
If you don't break
You won't know what's inside
Fearful as a pigeon
On a window box
So that is man-
A cold star at the end
Of the day....

A man wrote to me. He is writing to all the artists in a  Who's Who book and seeing who answers. This appealed to me. 

This is a box made for me by Michael Phillips http://www.area2.co.uk/