I’m on a train between two towns

Towards a town that once was mine

I knew of its anatomy

Familiar to its queer design

Your veins: the paths I walked along

The passages I only know

And sauntering through streets beyond

The sunset’s reddish golden glow

Or stopping in a coffee sh...

Laura Lamarca's Memoirs of a Messed-up Mum is a striking new collection of poetry and prose, written in diary form. Drawing upon great personal grief, Laura's collection explores universal human emotions and possesses an extraordinary depth of feeling. Here at Iceberg...

1st January

I am everything

and yet,

I was nothing...

I.

I am streak within stillness

and scent within storm,

with stature of Saturn--

I am twelve feet tall.

II.

I am breeze of heat's wave

that saves sorrow's shoes;

once a bruise of heart's blames

within old twisted truths.

III.

I am...

       I want to be trapped behind windows,

amongst forgotten records,

with the scabs and memories

of those gone before me

who lost the good fight

and paid in time.

          I want the certainty of streetlights,

survey...

Oh sea, enormous sea, wild heart

Of irregular beats, evil heart,

I’m more tender than that meagre staff

That rots in your captive waves.

Oh sea, give me your tremendous wrath,

I spent my life forgiving,

for I understood you, sea, I left giving:

Mercy, mercy for the one who of...

Solus greatly enjoyed pondering, turning the great questions over in his mind as he gazed out at the waves caressing his front lawn. Surely there was no better view than this. When else, in human history, had there been such a vast expanse of ocean without any unnecess...

Where do you go to my lover; tell me

Why do you rejoice in my pain’d look

When your shy form retreats; as soon you’ll be

Like my heart. E’er returning to Pembroke

Fiercely gentle, my lover fears no foes,

Any who cross her, are swiftly run aground,

But those whom she loves, r...