Sarah Lamptey

Category: Creative Writing

  • 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 was bright Though from a mother, a lover   And when she sat down Those strangers in town Looked forward…

  • 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 a sun that shines Notions strike along the way To block the path rays find So steps are loads that…

  • Rise

  • 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 For it’s silly to be Sleeping with the light on When I’m no child. Hiding under blankets And I’m no…

  • 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 gripped mobiles and bags. Arms clamped papers and umbrellas, making a calamity of a sudden change in direction. Lines of…

  • 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 believe her to be trying DVD pilates again, such is the stress on their limbs. In fact, Missus Grotesque has…

  • 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 knew When you were a child So you get there again And you’re back with the sounds And the smells…

  • 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 stitched in the corner, alongside the brown outline of a cowboy hat. He would carry it wherever he went and…

  • My Intoxication Reason

    (This is a creative piece based on my original review in The Independent – http://www.independent.co.uk/travel/uk/the-intoxication-season-at-kew-gardens-review-not-enough-drugs-refund-please-9782377.html) I often describe myself as “all or nothing” and it’s a relief that I’ve never been challenged on it. I have no real experience of what it is to be “all” anything. I can verge on…