Poetry - Lynn White

  Three Sounds At The End Of The World Elliot had just two - bangs and whimpers - and he favoured whimpers,   just one long whimper. But perhaps the whimper(s) came first, not one but many. Or perhaps they’re already here, have been here for a long time as we live, happily or not,   through the ending of time. All together now. Then there’s his discounted bang and there are many of those, as states seek to defend themselves from each other. And each is bang bigger than the last as bang production grows in perpetual popularity. All together now. But he forgot the scream(s), surely a necessary third. Listen. The (temporary) survivors are screaming, the children, the old and the young united in their humanity but screaming like the cats screaming and scrounging smart survivors, like the gulls overhead, (the silent fish are long gone), just three screaming survivors at the end. Just three loud sounds. And, as Becket might have said, there’s no cure for being   there at t...

  Dawn Chorus It starts with one. One skylark singing. One Carson warning. Then the robins and blackbirds join in.   The early birds, like Carson. Then the wrens and warblers as the daylight warms them. Listen. Can you hear them? The warning calls are warming up as well, strengthening their numbers   as the bird song dies away. Listen. Listen. Can you hear them? Listen.   Don’t sleep. Don’t wait to hear   the silence. https://poetrywivenhoe.org/2026/08/day-1342-dawn-chorus-white/

  The Third Men There was a third man.   Harry needed to hide   just like Kim. But hidden Three third men Harry Lime and Kim  Philby hiding. And Ishmail Hussein, hidden in plain sight. (context is the April 2026 stabbing of 2 Jewish men being declared a terrorist incident, whilst the few hours earlier stabbing of a non Jew by the same man was ignored) First published in Post Newspapers, Poetry Corner, August 2026

  Echo It was the punishment of a jealous goddess. Echo was only following orders but it was no defence at that time. Now she gazes helplessly at her own face reflected in the pool. He isn’t there. He isn’t there. But still his face repeats her past as her words repeat their past, the last words she heard repeated again and again. https://mayariliterature.substack.com/p/6fa90e80-09d9-4428-a081-2276ca7de94e?postPreview=paid&updated=2026-07-14T23:21:35.982Z&audience=only_paid&free_preview=false&freemail=

https://thegorkogazette.com/2026/08/05/odin-is-hunting-and-1-more-by-lynn-white/ Odin Is Hunting Quick as slippery silver he led the hunt riding and flying across the winter sky. Hide, hide, hide, only the well hidden   will escape his thunder. Hide,   hide,   hide,   only the well hidden will survive the blood, fire and death he brings on that journey to Valhalla.

  In Therapy “And how did that make you feel,” she said. “Murderous,” I said and I sensed her alarm, though she hid it well, I could feel her anxiety. I told her more.   She seemed alarmed. “You should leave,” I said I knew that she understood, and I wondered what form her evasive action would take. “What are you feeling now”, she said. I was mistaken, she hadn’t understood. And now I don’t know how I’m feeling. I couldn’t tell her even if she could ask. https://thegorkogazette.com/2026/08/05/odin-is-hunting-and-1-more-by-lynn-white/