Poetry - Lynn White

  Thoughts on Swallowing a Butterfly Butterflies, such a fragile incarnation of what went before. Warriors, according to the Mayans, dead warriors ready to be transformed, transformed into butterflies. Butterflies, surely too fragile to make warriors, too easily destroyed in their new metamorphosis. But they can wait, they can wait for their next transformation So take care if you swallow a butterfly. Butterflies, vigorous egg layers that can reproduce themselves, warriors, mutating again to find new ways to fight back, to invade the invaders, enslave the enslavers, exploit the new possibilities. So take care if you swallow a butterfly. And I can wait. I have been waiting a long time to see Henry Kissinger choke on a butterfly. I can wait. Perhaps there’s still hope that the butterflies will worm their way inside and destroy them all. I can wait. So take care if you swallow a butterfly. https://chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com/2026/02/14/5-butterfly-poems-by-lynn-white/

  Butterflies So many new warriors grown from the seeds planted by the invaders sent by the money men, the arms traders, the super ego-ed politicians. So many dead warriors lying whole or in pieces, destroyed by the invaders sent by the money men, the arms traders, the super ego-ed politicians. Dead warriors. Soon to be transformed, transformed into butterflies, according to the Mayans who knew about transformations – and about warriors. Butterflies with the souls of the dead warriors. Butterflies that can fly across continents, cross oceans and borders. There are no barriers for butterflies. And they are experts in transformation, experts in disguise. They will consume them, the money men, the arms traders, the super ego-ed politicians. Will worm their way inside them, infest them and destroy them all, Yes, they should beware the butterflies with the souls of dead warriors and the memories of slaughter. They carry karma with them. https://chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com/2026/02/...

  Whistler And The Butterfly It was a small exhibition but it stayed in my memory. I had never encountered Whistler but the butterfly signature did it for me. “The Company of the Butterfly”, what a wonderful concept! It really spoke to me, I even wrote a poem about the company of butterflies. The title trips off my tongue so easily. And now I am put in mind of it again as I look at this image and see her now in the company of butterflies ready to whistle up the wind again. https://chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com/2026/02/14/5-butterfly-poems-by-lynn-white/

  The Company of Butterflies In the company of butterflies I can whistle up the wind and fly without boundaries. Flutter by and then rest in the sunshine and drink sweet nectar and dream and dream. In the company of butterflies I can whistle up the wind and soar over fragile rainbows. Then stop in a fusion of colour to taste the gold at the end of my flight of fancy. In the company of butterflies I am boundless. https://chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com/2026/02/14/5-butterfly-poems-by-lynn-white/

  Then She’s standing still  pale as England,  slim and serious as I stood  then. Hair chopped  above her shoulders with a little curl allowed as mine was  then. A little curl allowed, in memory of it’s ringlets earlier than then. Then it grew longer  and we pulled it straight. So now, it’s more like it was  before then. Before then,  when it was longer still, and ironed straight under thick brown paper. It had been shorter still before then it’s feminine length curtailed, but with a little curl allowed, a reminder of it’s ringlets earlier than then. Of it’s earlier hated ringlets grown  from loose curls. Ringlets cut  when  father died. Not until then. https://stortellerpoetryreview.blogspot.com/2026/02/super-sized-series.html

  That Was The Year That was the year   when politicians played   on the stage of the New Theatre of the Absurd where empathy   was dead as Roszencrantz and Gildestern and the victims   of Schrodinger’s genocide both lived and died where Palestine was once and now it had no territory though it was a state, where Israel had a territory for Jews of families not born there in this millennium or the last when their lies became truth and truth became lies that no one truly believed and pretence was real and death was life and things could only get better and things only got worse before the curtain came down to end it all. https://keepingtheflamealive.wordpress.com/