Lynn White

Lynn White

I live in north Wales. I have been writing at various points in my life since I was in my teens. My work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people I has known or imagined. I am especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality.

Masquerade

the ugly writers
We create so many masks  so many masks to hide behind, to hide our faces to hide ourselves.

A Disappointing Day

the ugly writers
If she hadn’t remembered the scent from before. There would have been no screams, no stamping up and down on the trolley.

Puppets

the ugly writers
They were always made to become shadows to be discarded by the string pullers

Crossing Over

the ugly writers
Crossing Over Running downhill, on and on, the orange sun bearing down on me.

Chaos Theory

the ugly writers
Looking backwards into the cloud, I remember my lived life was similarly peppered with disorder

Daisies Unchained

the ugly writers
We buried our dreams beneath a wreath of daisies freed from their chains to mark the grave temporarily.

Sweet Heart

the ugly writers
He’d seen it glint earlier when a shaft of light hit the open box.

Moon Shapes

the ugly writers
They’re hanging like baubles full moon shapes in the snow frosty footballs of light and shade

Bejewelled

the ugly writers
And it will take bigger scales to weigh out the quantities we will need to survive.