Poetry - Lynn White

  Shadow Puppets I still see you in the shadows. It’s where you’ve always been casting shadows over my life playing your part in its theatre while staying hidden to project an image which makes me feel as manipulated as you surely are behind that screen. It will take courage to draw back the blind to let me see your features, let me see who you are and who you can be when you’re free, when we both are free. So step forward. Step out of the shadows and on to the stage to greet me. When I see your smile we’ll rewrite our parts free of the puppet master and out of the shadows. https://chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com/2026/03/16/5-poems-by-lynn-white-4/

Prequel There’s always a prequel to any drama in the theatre of war a practice run a Guernica a rehearsal for what is to come. In our long theatrical histories it was always misty back then but now the fog is so dense that we can see nothing so we cannot understand the power play unfolding. And we’re so swamped with possibilities it’s impossible to know which will be the first step the harbinger of things to come the beginning of the end. https://chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com/2026/03/16/5-poems-by-lynn-white-4/

To Be A Hero Hero or villain, it all depends on which side you’re on, on whose story is most powerful, on who you believe. Hero or victim, it all depends on whose story is most powerful, on who you believe, on whose story is most powerful, on where you come from, on which side you’re on. Heroes, victims and villains. Heroes are fleeting as a moment. Villains last longer. Victims last forever. https://chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com/2026/03/16/5-poems-by-lynn-white-4/

  Performance Art He’s the last man standing. And whether comedian or statesman performance is all for the last man standing. Standing in the rubble of the city. Standing on the bodies of the dead heroes, those lions led by donkeys once again. No more laughter, no more tears, the final curtain came down on them. Hollow victory or glorious defeat it’s all the same to them. But the last man still stands, the star of the show temporarily. https://chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com/2026/03/16/5-poems-by-lynn-white-4/

  Message In A Bottle It’s just a note enveloped in glass as fragile as the love   that once enveloped me. I expect no reply, I know there can be none, that it’s all washed up and all that’s left are remnants floating away in an ocean of tears, floating away  worn and shrivelled as our love became. Now I shall let it go. https://payhip.com/b/BADl8

  Unorganised One day I’ll manage to get my ducks in a row sort it all out stop procrastinating, stop the coffee calling, stop the sunlight   casting shadows which distract me and tempt me outdoors to see the ducks   swimming   smoothly   sending   soporific shadows across the water. And as I watch   those shadows move   in effortless formation negating the coffee and lulling me   to sleep   again. https://poetrywivenhoe.org/2026/03/day-1196-unorganised-white/