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.

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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.

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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 be, off with his head....READ MORE

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.
Time passed.
The artist died.
And today,
her only known sculpture, ‘Untitled’,
is being installed as the centrepiece
of her exhibition.
Annabel smiles.

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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.

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"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...