Saturday, 1 October 2016

Featured Poet: Lynn White

Lynn White was born in industrial Sheffield, England, spent most of her adult life on Merseyside and now lives in north Wales. All these places, their people and cultures, have inspired her poems. While she has been writing since her teens, but it is only relatively recently that she has really made an effort to get her work published. lynn-whiteShe endeavours to publish in a wide range of publications in order that her work can be read by widely differing audiences.
Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined and ranges from narrative, largely autobiographical poems, through strong political work, to the whimsical and fantastic. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality.
Her poem ‘A Rose For Gaza’ was shortlisted for the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition 2014. She entered the competition almost by accident and it was this success that caused her to make a real effort to have her work published. ‘A Rose For Gaza’ has now been reprinted many times. Many other poems, have been published in recent anthologies including – Stacey Savage’s ‘We Are Poetry, an Anthology of Love poems’; Community Arts Ink’s ‘Reclaiming Our Voices’; Vagabond Press’s, ‘The Border Crossed Us’; ‘Degenerates – Voices For Peace’, ‘Civilised Beasts’ and ‘Vagabonds: Anthology of the Mad Ones’ from Weasel Press; ‘Alice In Wonderland’ by Silver Birch Press, and many rather excellent  on line and print journals.
Dandelion Seed
There’s a dandelion seed
caught in your hair.
A fluffy wisp of white and grey
hanging there,
suspended
in your frothy crown.
A shimmering seed held
like a star in a wiry halo
made by the light.
Blow it away.
Perhaps you will,
if I tell you it’s there.
Blow it away.
But it looks so beautiful
suspended there.
I won’t tell you.
I’ll just admire it’s beauty
as it hangs
in your hair.
Blow it away.
No, I won’t.
It will leave soon enough.
Best not to rush these things.
Who knows where
they will end up
after all.
First published by Harbinger Asylum, To Hold A Moment Still Anthology, December, 2014

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