Laura Marie Whelton
Laura is currently in second year of a BA degree studying English and Art History. Initially she studied Fine Art in GMIT and as a career, trained as a chef in Fine Dining, specialising in Pastry and Larder. She is published in the USA and UK in magazines, anthologies, blogs and zines. She also has work published in UCC Motley and Express publications. She hopes to get some chapbooks out in time, and loves FC Barcelona, the sea, cooking, live music and travelling.
A Sometime Love
A void awakens, none can forsake
For beauty’s workings, of going insane.
A mellowed touch from a wounded pride
In dark secret love
One I’ve kept deep inside.
Corrosive as a jilted fling,
A trembling, rotting, awkward thing.
I hold it to me, a thousand years,
It floats on gravity, sings through my ears.
Grows and pulses,
Breathes and dances,
Rush awakens,
Amidst stolen glances.
A love bereft, long gone astray,
I ask, will he ever love me,
Ever quell this gnawing pain.
A void awakens, none can forsake
For beauty’s workings, of going insane.
A mellowed touch from a wounded pride
In dark secret love
One I’ve kept deep inside.
Corrosive as a jilted fling,
A trembling, rotting, awkward thing.
I hold it to me, a thousand years,
It floats on gravity, sings through my ears.
Grows and pulses,
Breathes and dances,
Rush awakens,
Amidst stolen glances.
A love bereft, long gone astray,
I ask, will he ever love me,
Ever quell this gnawing pain.
For what it seemed only once complete… (Sonnet)
For what it seemed only once complete
And sometimes to others not what was known
Broken down and registered obsolete
Never to be seen, never to be shown.
The multitude of days have presented
Stupor coupled with these wasted dreams.
A long and sweet song to be lamented
Within wounded joyless and soulful reams.
A lone empty naysayer to be announced
Walks the streets of an angered unkempt road
Full of troubled bleeding wretched torn doubts
Seeks to ward off rotten seeds been sowed.
And feelings curdled as sour as milk
Braided emotions embroidered like silk.