Issue Seven:

By Lisa Kiew

if I come to visit                 calling her name

from the other side of the locked gate

would she whisper back

while unhooking the rusted padlock


with the lightest of touches         no more

than a moth’s white sweep on my arm

would she usher me in


if I come      and stay the night

my parents on expedition upriver

would she remain by me


would her hand stop on my ankle

as a cloud pauses over the moon

against a dim bulb             paper wings

filling the hall with their shadows

About the Contributor

A Chinese-Malaysian living in London, L Kiew earns her living as an accountant.  In 2017 she took part in the Poetry School/London Parks and Gardens Trusts Mixed Borders Poets Residency Scheme and was accepted onto the Toast Poetry mentoring programme. Her poems have been published in Butcher’s Dog, Ink Sweat and Tears, Lighthouse, Obsessed with Pipework, Tears in the Fence, The Scores and The North among other magazines and websites.

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