Sarah Lamptey

Category: poetry

  • 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 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…