By Laura Potts


The world lit its lights

and hung pearls in our eyes

like trembling moons

under darkling stars.

The night

saw the city asleep

and aslope

as the land fell away to the left and the right,

the sight of the globes in your eyes

nightjars in pale pools of light.

I remember you

walking the walls

the moon in your stride

the dizzy tomorrows

full in your smile,

a starlight for two,

the glowing darkness

and you,

all the days of my life.

After that,

the hills candled bright.

Fifty years away

and we are still in this place,

where a distant future, beautiful,



Laura Potts is twenty-two years old and lives in West Yorkshire. Twice-recipient of the Foyle Young Poets Award, her work has been published by Aesthetica, The Moth and The Poetry Business. Having worked at The Dylan Thomas Birthplace in Swansea, Laura was nominated for The Pushcart Prize and became one of the BBC’s New Voices last year. Her first BBC radio drama aired at Christmas. She received The Mother’s Milk Writing Prize and a commendation from The Poetry Society in 2018.


Her personal website is

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