Multiple Poems by Edward Lee

 

Alive

The glass breath of winter
caresses my cheek,
as the idea of snow
hangs in the sky,

and my gloved hand
in yours,
this evening walk
across crackling grass,
our daughter before us,
unhesitatingly alive to the world;

such heaven to be found
in moments
like this.

 

The Show Is Over

The rabbit disappears back
into the magician's hat,
the glamorous assistant
exits stage left
leaving the magician,
dressed so finely
In his multi-textured cloak,
to stand alone
in front of an audience
that doesn't want to be there,
their phones itching
in their pockets,
full of glances behind the curtain
of the workings of the world,
and snatches of piano-playing cats.

The magician waits
for his own curtain
to fall,
so he might regain
some dignity.

Someone takes a picture,
someone else
yawns. The air turns dusty
with impatience.

The curtain tumbles down,
and yes, yes, 
the show is over.

 

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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 toward a second collection.

Get to know Edward by checking out our exclusive interview with him over on the Orson's Publishing blog.