Rhubarb
ear-deep
amid the petioles
engorged and pink
listening
to the rain striking
a timpani of leaf-blades
my eardrums
itch after that slither
adder crowning the rhubarb
its hissing
wire-brushes my cochlea
crimson stalks
A chinese-malaysian living in London, L Kiew earns her living as an accountant. 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.