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.

Dangerous Places

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Balconies are dangerous places too reminiscent of climbing frames shouting out ‘climb me, yes you can!’ But it’s so easy to fall.

My Bag

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I can add an idea, capture a thought, write it down and it would be safe there in my bag.

Masquerade

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

Recovering My Dreams

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One day I might recover them and live that perfect life which lies inside my head.

A Disappointing Day

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

Getting Better

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It’s important as Jane Eyre said, to keep in good health and not die.

Puppets

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

Crossing Over

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

Heart’s Desire

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I feel the blood flowing like tears, while she lies still, so still, empty.

Chaos Theory

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

Daisies Unchained

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