Poetry by Mark Lawrence

I've no pretentions to being a poet. However, I do write poems. The ones listed below selected themselves by virtue of having been stolen and presented on the internet as the works of other people. I think if they're good enough for people to want to plagiarize, then they're good enough for me to own up to.

High, Cold, Silent, Alone

There’s a high lake,

Held between three peaks,

Fed on snow-melt,

A dark mirror of the sky,

Too cold to ripple.


If you touched it,

If you climbed where only I have been,

If you saw what only I have seen,

In that silent hollow,

Hidden from the world.


If you touched those dark and trammelled waters,

Ice would spread,

A white flower opened,

Arms reaching distant shores,

You would make the water stone.


There’s a lake,

High, silent, cold, alone,

I see it always,

In my mind,

It frosts my breath.