literatureblog – Lily Portman

What She Did – A Poem

A sting cracks open her heart. A pool of guilt spills over the ruined carpet. New worlds flash into her eyes, Dark shadows linger high on the ceiling, That she once thought were angels. Now she sees they were a mistake. A catalyst of danger, The trouble of a creature lurking deep. And the painContinue reading “What She Did – A Poem”

Spine – A Poem

My spine is broken from how far I have bent, And yet I still cannot reach my toes. The weight that lifts only when they all approve Has found a curve in our stomachs , Resting easily in the hollow.

Into the Air – A Prologue

This is the prologue to my second novel, Into the Air. I may post further chapters on here so stay tuned and do comment if you wish to read more! The man, coated in grey, wept ceaselessly as he flicked through the pages. A woman in yellow had handed him a fire licked book andContinue reading “Into the Air – A Prologue”

The Bar – A Script

Below is another script for a friend’s day player audition. BARTENDER (B) is speaking to a customer as PATRON (P) walks to the bar in the background, pauses to look at the other customers then turns to order. B doesn’t notice P immediately as he is deep in conversation with a regular. P waits andContinue reading “The Bar – A Script”

Frozen Sand- A Poem

Reaching out to touch the fading glass Of memories that have wandered past, I see myself reflected back but It is not me. Not who I thought I was. I see the faces and I hear the noise But it is all distant. A hum of Melancholy permeates through as I Pick out the worstContinue reading “Frozen Sand- A Poem”

Coming Soon!

If you have ever looked at my blog you will have seen that I post an awful lot of poetry. Which is fine, but I actually write more prose!! So, Monday next week I will be posting extracts from my newly written book Don’t Cry, Baby! Stay tuned to hear more! Any and all feedbackContinue reading “Coming Soon!”

A Memory

I still have your t-shirt. It’s red, like our passion Was Like my anger is. Like our sweating, breathing, My moans. I still have your t-shirt. I don’t know why. I touch it’s fibres And feel your coarse skin At 3 am when the world Was too much And I needed to feel The heatContinue reading “A Memory”