Friday, 5 May 2017

2 Poems by Antony Johae

Holiday

It is Sunday.
We have washed.
You kiss my cheeks
I kiss yours.
I pull up the shutter
with one hand
and the light comes in.
I feel You in it.


High Tension

A wire lay next to me
bare at the end and connected up.
Pushing it away
it clung to me
taking it by the neck
it stung me.
I held it tight in a horrible grip
and out of my ears popped plugs.


Bionote

Antony Johae is a freelance writer who divides his time between Lebanon and the UK. His Poems of the East came out in 2015. The submitted poems come from an unpublished collection, Changes.

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