His mother was told to leave him out to die – by Emma Lee

His hand bones were wrapped in linen bags
made by children from King Richard III school
and laid in a lead coffin surrounded by oak.
A layer of concrete to support
the Kilkenny marble plinth and tombstone
of Swaledale fossil stone
dotted with coal, a dash of amber
and two unfossilised shark’s teeth.
The three hundred and fifty piece
pietra dura shield included 
lapis lazuli from Afghanistan,
Tuscan yellow and white chalcedony,
brown English Ashburton marble
and Duke’s Red stone specifically ordered 
from a limited source at Chatsworth.
Six lions each with a nineteen piece
mosaic for their heads.
Sunlight on the minimal cross

leaves the shadow of a sword.

 

 

Emma Lee’s recent poetry collection is “Ghosts in the Desert” (IDP, 2015). She co-edited “Over Land Over Sea: poems for those seeking refuge” (Five Leaves, 2015) and “Welcome to Leicester” (Dahlia Publishing, 2016). She reviews for The High Window Journal, The Journal, London Grip, Sabotage Reviews and blogs here

I should drive away – by Emma Lee

 

My black car is my safe place. Like a crystal
hung in a window makes light dance around you
though its centre’s withdrawn, hidden from view.
I’m enclosed, I can move. I’m in control.
I’m in love with this. And the memory
of the precision of your fingers on my skin,
our bodies as sync’d as driver and engine.
My black car is my place of security.
It’s easier to let your ex stay. You cleave
to her. If you had a friend this miserable
with the arguments, this inhospitable
home, you tell me you’d tell him to leave.
My heart thinks of that crystal in your window.
My friend would tell me to slide from your view.

 

 

 

Emma Lee’s recent poetry collection is “Ghosts in the Desert” (IDP, 2015). She co-edited “Over Land Over Sea: poems for those seeking refuge” (Five Leaves, 2015) and “Welcome to Leicester” (Dahlia Publishing, 2016) and reviews for The High Window Journal, The Journal, London Grip and Sabotage Reviews and blogs here