Friday, 20 July 2018


Rooks
There are just two pieces left.
Two fragments of our dreams.
Two castles in the air,
the remnants of a game
we played
where there was no winner.
Like a game of chess
with an improbable ending.
Just two rooks left on the board.
More flying over
our castles in the air
leaving them behind.

Wednesday, 18 July 2018


Taped
I was pleased with my reel to reel recorder.
It was four tracks which was good,
as tapes were expensive.
More tracks, less tapes needed,
that was my reasoning.
My source of music was the radio.
Radio Luxembourg
fading
in and out
with lots of crackles.
Or Forces Requests on the BBC.
Or occasional Pop programmes.
Very occasional.
I hadn’t thought it through,
the source of my recordings,
so the quality was poor.
But I didn’t mind,
it was music,
my music
and I stuck with my reel to reel
enlivened by a transistor radio
and pirate stations
until the age of relative affluence
caught up with me.
Eventually it became an amp
for my boyfriend’s guitar.
But I never bought a cassette.

Thursday, 12 July 2018


Magical Child
In this strange new world
it’s hardly surprising
that a strange child
has slithered it’s way
through the dark passage,
the secret tunnel
that others have feared to enter.
In this strange new world
such magic is normal
and unsurprising.
So come to me,
magical child
and we will
find new secrets,
new passage ways
to a different future
and spread magic
as we breathe.

Tuesday, 10 July 2018


Turn Of the Tide
We will wait for the tide to turn.
It will carry us away
wave after wave
gathering up the debris
which surrounds us
sucking it up like so much dust
getting rid of it all,
everything going
with the flow.
We must wait for the tide to turn.
It will bring us home
leaving new things
there with us.
Bits and pieces.
Leaving them for us to find
so that we can take
what we need
everything
we want.
Or should we swim against the tide?
See where it takes us.
We could try.
It couldn’t be worse.
UGLYWRITERS.COM
We will wait for the tide to turn. It will carry us away wave after wave gathering up the debris which surrounds us

Sunday, 8 July 2018


Dandelion clocks
The field was yellow
with dandelion flowers
only a week ago.
A field of sunshine.
I caught it at that moment,
a moment in time.
And now the moment has passed,
clocked off,
has become a field of clocks
which can’t tell what time it is.
Only that the yellow sunshine
was fragile,
as fragile as a dandelion clock.
Only that time has passed
leaving only clocks
that will soon be wished
away in the wind.

Friday, 6 July 2018


Sunrise
The rock looms large above me,
the petrified remains of the last time the sun burned
in the time of giants.
Giant rocks and giant creatures fused together in the fire.
Look!
I’m climbing now
Higher and higher.
Now I'm lit by moonlight,
but soon the sun will rise
and consume us,
fuse us together
the rock and I.
I am not sure anything will remain
after.

Tuesday, 3 July 2018


Holiday
Even Death needs to take a break sometime.
Needs to sit on the beach in the sun
with his scythe hidden,
so as not to frighten the swimmers.
Well,
everything about Death has to be hidden.
There can be no exposure
beyond a few inches of face and hands,
hardly more than a woman in a burka.
Yes,
everything has to be hidden,
so as not to frighten the swimmers
ready
for when the holiday is over.
AMAZON.COM
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Monday, 2 July 2018

Spotlight On Writers

Lynn White


  1. Where, do you hail from?
I'm from Sheffield in northern England originally. I went to college in Liverpool and never went back! So I lived for many years around Merseyside and still love Liverpool but I now live in Blaenau Ffestiniog, a small town in the mountains of north Wales.
  1. What is the greatest thing about the place you call home?
It's a lovely community - safe, eccentric, beautiful! Pity it rains so much!!!
  1. What turns you on creatively?
It can be almost anything - a phrase in someone else's writing, anger at some humanitarian injustice, a past event which comes to mind. I also enjoy the challenge of writing to a theme or picture prompt.
  1. What is your favorite word, and can you use it in a poetic sentence?
In terms of my writing, probably 'dream' because it can mean so many different things. It appears a lot in my writing!
  1. What is your pet peeve?
'Peeve' seems to me quite a small word or one referring to minor irritations rather than the big issues, so I will answer it accordingly! So far as writing goes, I think it would be those who expect to be paid for their work but expect editors/editorial teams to work for free. Scale that up to bigger issues and there are bigger 'peeves' (and bigger egos!) - not least that the only way to derive benefit from work or to have it valued is to be paid cash.
  1. What defines Lynn White? 
I find that difficult to answer, I often wonder about it myself! Possibly people who know me would define me in different ways. I'm very focused, perhaps obsessive when I'm concentrating on something. I don't give up. I don't like loose ends or unfinished business so I see something through to an end that I can feel satisfied with. Increasingly some things going on in the world or so awful I turn off, don't want to know, then something will spark me and I'll be in full campaign mode...


http://spillwords.com/spotlight-on-writers-lynn-white/