Sarah Lamptey

Category: Creative Writing

  • The Church Visit

    What of a church, captures my breath Returns it to me full of life and of death? Wood underfoot and stone walls recall The millions of tales of time gone by   To chatter and swirl in the space between The land and the sky. Above and below – Why…

  • The Commute

    Notes floated down The tunnel around The heads of those Gone home. “…And a knick knack baddie whack Give a dog a bone…” The sound made heads Look up from phones And they pushed to find The words to go With the song they first Heard long ago, and so…

  • The Lovers

    The lovers swapped hearts Faster than advised In magazines and By tarot cards. Spending days Fixing eyes and Twining limbs Till out of breath And dazed They sit Watch a screen And then do it all again.   Years passed and Drew question marks Over time. They agreed after a…

  • The Wave

      She turned to wave As she tumble-skipped by The sweep of her hand May have rippled life A million miles away. A gesture to swallow The hate of the world Only a nightmare Cheese before bed As her mother pulled Her along. She missed, though may Have launched the…

  • Interruptions

    I watched the sun set over Portsmouth Harbour. It was as though a child had chosen the far-fetched combination of fluorescent orange and neon pink before curling bright waves across the palest lilac sea. I sat on the ground at the front of a boat-house and marvelled at the extreme…

  • The Power of a Free Public Shower

    https://www.change.org/p/jeremy-corbyn-mp-install-free-public-showers-in-london-to-enhance-the-wellbeing-of-those-who-sleep-rough Last year, at the winter shelter where I volunteer, a guest said to me that London should have free public showers. It was one of many evenings spent trying to work life out, all our many backgrounds and experiences often rushing and colliding in a confusion of heated words…

  • PARP!

    Walking into Boots, a man waiting outside says “hello…” in a picky-uppy kind of way. He’s then right in front of me at the tills, looking a lot like he’s with his girlfriend. I’m then at TK Maxx and the same guy (with the lady somewhere else in the shop)…

  • LOL

    “Lol” took the space Where a laugh used to be Throaty and loud and true, A reaction to life, not a split second gone, And setting more snap-laughs too. A sound that alarms For it’s rarer these days And could it be mocking me? What could be making her laugh…

  • Folkestone

    On the street where the soles of my shoes touch down I wonder where you paced, Did you look out upon the waves And long for your grandmother’s face? Was the world so different, then to now, That we would not understand The other’s view, the other’s soul, Her journey…

  • Like Today

    On a day like today, When a mariachi band will rip and whirl through a carriage dense with tears unwept, The wild joy and mad shift Makes one smile, makes one laugh. On a day which hurls rain, The shock it won’t stop moves to disbelief when it does, By…