Two poems from Laura Scott

Ink Eyes

Suppose it was you
who started all of this,
your faith and easy swagger
as you stood in front of me,
words falling like silk
from your sleeves.

What shall I do now –
press my palm in your print
to see if our lines intersect?
If I looked long enough
maybe I’d find your deepest line
and then I could follow
its inky course to the place
where words wait  
under mud flats for those
who know how
to get them out.  
Or should I look at my own hand,
turning it over  and running my thumb
across the soft underbelly of knuckle,
tracing the faint lines that
web and star like lace blown
across a window pane?
I could write out those lines
again and again
to see if they take me anywhere.

Your hands are bigger
than mine, they always will be,
but mine, I suppose,
have more lines.  

– – – – – – – – –


I look at him
crying by my side
as we walk  home like horses
through the thin rain.
Someone has told him
time is like sand and
days are not to be wasted.
And that is why you weep –
your element is changing.
I remember sitting on the floor
with you swaddled imperfectly
in my arms and as I looked at you
the room went  quiet and grey,
and I bent my neck to hear you
softly breathing,
the smell of truth
still fresh around you.
And I think it was then
my love changed colour,
as it was cut with fear.

I look at you now
my sapling boy, 
with your head bent
against the rain,
bean stalk legs
itching to take you
to the place where
the colour crept in
as you slept in my arms.

• Laura Scott lives in Norwich and started writing poetry about a year ago. This is her first appearance on Ink Sweat & Tears.


  1. Anonymous

    I think 'Sapling' is beautiful. It touched a nerve and ALMOST made me cry. More please!

  2. Anonymous

    Both poems are beautifully worded and paced and I agree that Sapling is particularly moving.

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