Crossing Over
Crossing Over
Running downhill, on and on,
the orange sun bearing down
on me.
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.
Heart’s Desire
I feel the blood flowing like tears,
while she lies still,
so still,
empty.
Chaos Theory
Looking backwards
into the cloud,
I remember
my lived life
was similarly
peppered
with disorder
Daisies Unchained
We buried our dreams beneath
a wreath of daisies
freed from their chains
to mark the grave
temporarily.
Sweet Heart
He’d seen it glint earlier
when a shaft of light hit
the open box.
Moon Shapes
They’re hanging like baubles
full moon shapes in the snow
frosty footballs
of light and shade
Bejewelled
And it will take bigger scales
to weigh out the quantities
we will need to survive.
Puff Of Smoke
He waved a stick called a wand
and a puff of blue smoke came out,
like magic.
How To Float
Believe in the miracles you can make.
Don’t believe what they tell you.
So Many Words
So Many Words
It’s getting crowded
inside my head
with so many words
tumbling
around
trying to sort themselves
out
Dead Peoples Stuff For Sale
So I should know.
Yes, I knew they were no longer with us.
I didn’t know if their past possessions
were antiques, or nearly new, or even used
or slightly soiled.
Rejection
She looked up at me and smiled.
I smiled back.
Or was I the first to smile
and she smiled back?
I don’t remember.
Perfectly Imperfect
And we made it to Italy.
and swam off the rocks,
with a man we’d met in a cafe
because he said we could.
Leaving
Saying nothing, taking nothing,
leaving nothing behind.
Without saying goodbye.
Predictable
To change where I am is the easy part.
To change who I am is difficult, hardly possible.
But without this change,
nothing will change