Sarah Lamptey

Writing

  • Rise

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  • The Ride

    On a long train ride Across a big dark town A woman looked up As another looked down And the smile she gave Was full, and brave So the other’s… Read more

  • A Sky That’s Blue

    Under a sky that’s blue A mystery comes with every pace To rival wonder too To flood the mind and drown the thoughts That note the bluest blue.   Under… Read more

  • Light On

    Found an old simple poem! Maybe better spoken… Sleeping with the light on And I’m no child. My night’s been wilder Than the deepest jungle At midnight and I’m riled… Read more

  • 18:37

    The light that lit the tunnel grew fainter as the first person stepped onto the Waterloo and City line platform, starting it all again. The clock read 4 MINS. Hands… Read more

  • Feeling Good, A Sketch

    “It’s all about looking the part”, the woman advises. “What shoes are you wearing?” she asks – and must simultaneously decide to find the answer for herself, for now she’s leaning… Read more

  • Paris

    It has felt extremely lonely today, all-pervading has been a feeling of grief, fear and utter helplessness. But so very many of us ARE united across the world. We must… Read more

  • Missus Grotesque

    Missus Grotesque has skin so see-through that broken blue spiders lie visible at her temples. The effort to form even uncertain words revives their legs in pulsing flexes and they… Read more

  • Let It Be Night

    It’s dark with lights off But the right way to be With eyes open when nights Are sad and strange When the shapes in the room Are the people you… Read more

  • Chapter 6

    Winston remembered being seven. He’d never been able to remember much about his childhood but he remembered a small, white square of cloth with a red and blue number seven… Read more