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October 21, 2018 / barton smock

person Aytan Laleh, two poems

ISACOUSTIC*

Aytan Laleh is a twenty-one-year-old writer based in Lahore, Pakistan. Her work has appeared in Eunoia Review and is forthcoming with Riggwelter Press and Picaroon Poetry. She writes under a pseudonym and tweets at @AytanLaleh.

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Child of Four

There is the sound of her laughter,
Purer than an image of oxblood,
She jumps from ship to ship, embarking on a
Journey to no-man’s-land.
She has a biscuit in her hand
Which drops, to make her squeal,
The grains stuck to her lips with epoxy,
Her lips the colour of rose-pink blush,
Her eyes emblems of dark times ahead,

But this child of four does not need to worry.
She is the sun that laboriously stays in place,
Her labour a work of easiness,
Never to set, rise or make a move,
She is the vapour not formed,
The lioness without a womb,
She is paint, red and yellow,

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