2 Poems
Comfort
With her teeth
she separates fable
from truth, lies
from legend, myth
from hearsay, her
tongue tasting every word
before swallowing,
storing all the versions she wants
inside her - she excretes the rest -
for when the nights turn cold
and loneliness fills
the moonlit bedroom,
the shadow-filled bed.
Exist
Before the tree grew
I hid myself
in its beginning,
spread my arms crucifixion-wide,
and waited
to be engulfed
in its hard, dry bark,
my being finally alive
with the possibility
of touching some future sky.
Edward Lee's poetry, short stories, non-fiction and photography have been published in magazines in Ireland, England and America, including The Stinging Fly, Skylight 47, Acumen and Smiths Knoll. His debut poetry collection "Playing Poohsticks On Ha'Penny Bridge" was published in 2010. He is currently working towards a second collection. He also makes musical noise under the names Ayahuasca Collective, Lewis Milne, Orson Carroll, Blinded Architect, Lego Figures Fighting, and Pale Blond Boy. His blog/website can be found at https://edwardmlee.wordpress.com.
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