[This is the complete library of draft poetry by Hayden Veil. Part of it can be found in more refined form in the published works by Hayden Veil, listed below]
A serpent’s call to arms a mother’s cry for a missing child a onesie with floppy ears a murder unsolicited our truth much less beneign our freedom here on trial
Admittedly a mistake, I left the Patio door wide open. The Autumnal wind still full of Summer brought the curtains to Life; the dance of one brought my Mind to a halt. Baffled I sat there Wondering, where did it all go, the Life now hardly remembered. The Moments lost in the forest of Wicked witches, the blossom honey A windfall from the gods Undesirable.
I was bottle-fed from the very start, A parental shame at an adequate Temperature. Just right to set, like Concrete in my tiny wellies, just right To shape the path that lay ahead.
