Poetry - Lynn White

Above It All Sometimes I need to be out of the fray, above the drama and the darkness, look down on it all, be part of the scarlet sky and the jagged skyline. Sometimes I will climb so high that I’ll have no way back, no wish to go back only to stay above it all. About This Website UGLYWRITERS.COM Above It All - The Ugly Writers Above It All is a poem written by Lynn White and shared with The Ugly Writers for the theme Inner Strength for the month of April.

Off With His Hair “Off with his hair!” Cried the Red Queen. “I don’t think that’s quite right,” said Alice. “It should surely be, off with his head”. The Red Queen’s frown deepened. She didn’t make mistakes. It was a well known fact. Never the less… She shouted to Jack who was reclining lazily as usual. “Which is correct, hair or head?” “Well, you are quite right, of course as everyone knows. But consider.. As all strength flows from hair to head, Cutting off his hair may make it unnecessary to cut off his head even though all around are losing theirs.” “Of course”, cried the Red Queen. “Off with his hair!” “They’re as mad as hatters” thought Alice. But she didn’t say so, Just in case an unfortunate judgement was made. One couldn’t be too careful in a mad world. BLOGNOSTICS.NET Off With His Hair by Lynn White Off With His Hair by Lynn White “Off with his hair!” Cried the Red Queen. “I don’t think that’s quite right,” said Alice. “It should surely b...

Smoking Gun I know I’m no angel but I’m not a devil   either I said. They said   I would cause a sea of blood and it does look a bit like that except, I think the sea may be the sky and the blood a red moon glow, I’m unsure, confused, but I know it’s not me who held the smoking gun. See it’s just a cigarette. I know I’m under age but that’s all it is a cigarette which lit up the sky   and bloodied the sea, made them both red and gave me a halo. https://www.ekphrastic.net/ekphrastic-journal/jenn-zed-ekphrastic-challenge-responses-poetry EKPHRASTIC.NET Jenn Zed: Ekphrastic Challenge Responses- Poetry

Fox It’s a rare thing to see, a fox in a field of pink, a fox in a field of foxgloves. He looks up and sniffs them. He could put his nose right inside if he chose. But he doesn’t. He could slip each paw in turn inside the pink glove, but he doesn’t choose to. Why would he, unless he knew the connection, the link, the identification. But he doesn’t know it. So he just sniffs the air and moves on. https://www.amazon.com/Civilized-Beasts-Laura…/…/1948712180/

Puff Of Smoke I remember the children’s party. There was a magician. I’d never seen a magician before. He waved a stick called a wand and a puff of blue smoke came out, like magic. And hidden in the smoke were flowers, real flowers showing through a gap in the smoke. Since then I have discovered that some people can usually find a gap in the smoke where the light shines through, like magic. Usually. BLOGNOSTICS.NET Puff Of Smoke by Lynn White Puff Of Smoke by Lynn White I remember the children’s party. There was a magician. I’d never seen a magician before....READ MORE

Listen Listen. Listen, can you hear them? The sounds that went before the wall was built. Listen, I can hear them. Not the wall builders, no, not them, but others who also don’t want to see what lies beyond. What lies on the other side. Others who will build walls in the future. But listen, we can hear them. Listen. Listen for when the cracks appear, then push. http://www.praxismagonline.com/listen-by-lynn-white/?fbclid=IwAR3eT0ZAOQiuVSX-qHqEDuZSIC9Pf10tf8UzVp67-_ZuPWH5VLOVNG15KSs PRAXISMAGONLINE.COM "Listen" by Lynn White |Praxis Magazine for Arts & Literature

Unzipped Closed up tight focused  seeing straight ahead into the dark, the grey, the black. Closed. Unzip, unbutton, loosen up see the blue behind. Unzip unbutton loosen up. You can see it now if you look. You can feel the brightness that lay hidden. Unzip unbutton expose reveal all. You’ll feel better for it. BLOGNOSTICS.NET Unzipped by Lynn White Unzipped by Lynn White Closed up tight focused seeing straight ahead into the dark, the grey, the black....READ M

Buzzing I can hear the flies buzzing since I died. In life I could shoo them away, open a window to persuade them through, though usually they were too stupid to grasp the chance of freedom offered and escape. Now there is no window to be opened. This is a closed space. Eternal night. No possibility of freedom, or escape. Not for me. Not for them. http://www.sirenscallpublications.com/pdfs/SirensCallEZine_December2018.pdf

Annabel And The Artist Annabel had been a Social Worker for a good many years. She’d seen it all,  or so she’d thought. And then she met the artist. Neighbours had reported concerns, but were somewhat vague about the problems. She called round anyway. Annabel was like that. She was old school, didn’t work to rule. The artist’s house was large and a bit crumbly, dirty and decrepit, rather like the artist herself, Annabel thought and she didn’t chance the cup of tea, when offered. There were paintings stacked up everywhere and, in the corner of one room, a large whitish sculpture. It towered upwards almost up to the ceiling. Annabel walked round it pondering it’s strange shape and texture. The artist laughed, saying, “That’s not a sculpture! Years ago I had a dog and never got round to house-training it. That’s dog shit! I piled it up. It went dry, then solid, then whitish over the years! And here it still is.” Back at the office Annabel reported, there was no cause for concern....

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Void There are dark misty spaces topped by the blackest clouds, so that I can’t see into them. I have always been afraid of the monstrous beings which may lurk there waiting in the dark. But now the mist is lifting, moving away. The cloud is becoming thinner, allowing the light to penetrate. Now I am even more afraid, afraid of the light, afraid that it may reveal not monsters, but the bare boards of emptiness. PRAXISMAGONLINE.COM "Void" by Lynn White |Praxis Magazine for Arts & Literature Void There are dark misty spaces topped by the blackest clouds, so that I can’t see into them. I have always been afraid of the monstrous beings which may lurk there waiting in the dark. But now the mist is lifting, moving away. The cloud is becoming thinner, allowing the light to penetrate. Now I...