Two poems by A.A. Veitch

Two poems
by A.A. Veitch

House of Snow

I meticulously sculpted my love
into a house of snow---

desire came &
played the
role of arsonist

with heavenly lies, romance
on a quick tongue:

dangerous vehicle
fast & flush
against
all the curves.

Love is red braille
made on the
labyrinth

walls of
the minotaur.

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Under History's Overpass

Dark rumbling clouds are lolling overhead
There’ve been darker ones in our past.

Not long ago, I sewed up all the holes in
my clothes
while I was wearing them.

My eyes have watched the clouds play
roles of musical notes, the wind’s orchestra.

The future is bleeding in heavy streams
As I sit, the witness under history’s overpass.

I’ve never had my skin penetrated by the
sewing needle’s
unyielding, unspeaking tip

But within time’s encompassing infinity, seas
of resiliency,
I’ve found my mind stung.

Author bio:

A. A. Veitch has had poems published in: freefall, Black Book Press, Lilliput Review, Shemom, bear creek haiku, Unfettered Verse (forthcoming), Nomad’s Choir & The Poet’s Art. She dabbles in art & opinion pieces. Ms. Veitch is a badly-practicing Christian, native Georgian happily without a Gone-with-the-Wind brogue; new pet parent to a tabby-mix cat & supporter of a bill preventing employers from discriminating against people with poor credit scores. She's shopping out two chapbooks: 'Poethead' & 'Seasons of Flesh.'