Friday, 21 July 2017

2 poems by Emma Lee

Back on the Black Track

(Golden Shovel line from "Two Black Cadillacs" Carrie Underwood)

That common sum: one plus one equals two
until a line slashes the equals sign and black
colours everything like the secrecy of cadillacs'
tinted windows. Life becomes like endlessly waiting
in traffic unable to do anything, hoping for
a break, a green light, a sign, even just the
right track on the radio, that says it'll be all right,
it will heal, one plus one will stay two this time.

Emma Lee's most recent collection is "Ghosts in the Desert" (IDP, 2015). She was co-editor for "Over Land, Over Sea: poems for those seeking refuge" (Five Leaves, 2015). She reviews for The High Window Journal, The Journal, London Grip and Sabotage Reviews and blogs at

First published on 01/12/105

Icon in Red

It started as a span of red cross-stitches,
more for the uprights; suspension wires
in backstitch: an icon on an embroidered map.
It drew the eye and came to dominate the view.

It provided a backdrop for internet searches,
lists of places to see, checking local weather,
lists of things to pack, the endless checking,
parsing unsolicited advice for useful tips.

It became real. The absence of the famous fog
offered panoramic views and I admired,
not the feat of engineering, but the desire
to link communities in careful red stitches.

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