Poetry - Lynn White

  Hard Reigns Hard rain dripping lies like old blood from old kings, their old plaids hanging ragged as the lies of their old hard reigns,   ready now for the dustbin of history. There is new blood now new reigns new suits old lies as the rain falls hard. https://www.ekphrastic.net/the-ekphrastic-challenges/dan-smith-ekphrastic-writing-responses-curated-by-kate-copeland

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  Night Sky She thought the night sky was like a puzzle where you had to join the dots, the glittering cairns pin point sharp which marked the pathways to the moon, to Venus, to the sun and beyond. Sometimes a cairn would come apart and a piece would fall to earth. She would catch it there, hold it in her hands let it warm them let it shine   through then she would let it go. https://inalove.world/2026/08/20/night-sky/

  After Time “I’m late, I’m late again”, said the White Rabbit staring at his pocket watch with exasperation. He turned the minute hand back a little and perused the new time with satisfaction. He knew the effect would be limited unless he could turn back the hands on all the clocks everywhere, but it made him feel better briefly. He had pondered this issue of time many times. He knew that clocks and watches were irrelevant to it’s passing, which made him feel better   about his manipulation. Philosophically speaking, he knew that he could change the time. He could break the watch and freeze it. Break all the wheels that turned inside. Smash them to smithereens. But even then, even when   broken, he knew the wheels of time keep turning,  time after time. https://tapintopoetry.wordpress.com/2026/08/20/tap-into-poetry-31/#after-time-by-lynn-white