Poetry - Lynn White

A Cup Of Light I’m giving you a cup of light. It’s dark on the outside but the darkness can’t penetrate inside. Just look how it shines from the inside out. Sip from it. Let it light you up from the inside out. I’m giving you a cup of light to replace the glass of dark. Glass lets the darkness through from the inside out and the outside in, lets it penetrate. Let’s break your glass of dark beyond repair and sip from my cup of light. https://www.bardconvirtual.com/trees-in-a-garden-of-ashes-v… Trees in a Garden Of Ashes Virtual Book Launch Bards Poetry Revolution hosts a virtual book launch for the new anthology Trees in a Garden of Ashes, Poetry of Resilience. Hosted by anthology editor James P. Wagner (Ishwa) with co-host Nick Hale... Trees in a Garden Of Ashes Virtual Book Launch Bards Poetry Revolution hosts a virtual book launch for the new anthology Trees in a Garden of Ashes, Poetry of Resilience. Hosted by anthology editor James P. Wagner (Ishwa) with co-host Nick Hale... Trees ...

On The Inside The circles are in such a tangle it’s impossible to explore them impossible to see what’s inside impossible to plumb their depths the coloured threads of a life intertwined. So I’m left with the outside which is much simpler much clearer much duller less colourful and yet still   incomprehensible. Sometimes   even when things are straightened and appear clear I can’t make sense of them can’t manage to join the dots and the dashes and the tangles are more beautiful which seems to be important. The colourful threads of a life intertwined round and round on the inside of my head. https://mcusercontent.com/…/0…/printed_words_spring_2020.pdf

Cover The Mirrors All the mirrors were covered every night in my grandmother’s house draped with coloured cloths like the budgie’s cage. She was worried that a soul might wander and be sucked into the reflective glass and she thought the souls of dreamers were very vulnerable. I thought that the budgie must be covered because at night even with the door closed, his soul might fly the cage and disappear into the mirror. Sometimes she forgot to cover the cage, though never the mirrors and then I would examine the mirrors carefully to check that it was me in there and not his feathered soul. Then I would check his cage to make sure that he was still inside with his soul intact She told me not to worry that his cage was only covered to make it dark so he would sleep. But I didn’t believe her. It made no sense if it was dark anyway. So I always checked the mirrors. https://www.schoolandcollegelistings.com/US/Chicago/632472920265081/City-Brink?fbclid=IwAR1ZJMp99qhUUrIvTbA_YImEdfbUY5XG72w8wIp...

A Disappointing Day If they hadn’t asked her to smell the nice scent. If she hadn’t remembered the scent from before. There would have been no screams, no stamping up and down on the trolley. The nurse would still have her cap on and the doctor would have no fist or feet marks on his white coat, no red hand mark on his pale cheek. There would have been no shock, horror reports to those who had put away Red Riding Hood and were waiting anxiously for news of their little girl. But they did ask her. They did ask her. The scent wasn’t nice. She knew it. And there was no ice cream afterwards either. They’d lied about that as well. A disappointing day. https://spillwords.com/a-disappointing-day/… Spillwords.com presents: A Disappointing Day, poetry by Lynn White, who lives in North Wales. Her writing is influenced by issues of social injustice ... SPILLWORDS.COM A Disappointing Day, poetry written by Lynn White at Spillwords.com Spillwords.com presents: A Disappointing Day, poetry by Lynn Wh...

The Revolution Is Postponed The revolution is postponed until the towels are on, so they once said. Until last orders had been called and the beer pumps covered with towels to make it clear that they would be pulled no more that night, ten minutes drinking up time then it was, “do your talking while you’re walking”, we’ve had your money, now piss off, and a beery smokey exit. Unless there was a lock-in in which case the revolution would be postponed again. Now they’re open all hours. There’s no last orders, no need of towels to cover the pumps. No ten minutes allowed to drink up. They’re open all hours and the revolution is postponed. Again. https://www.paperandinkzine.co.uk/product/paper-and-ink-16 https://www.paperandinkzine.co.uk/product/paper-and-ink-16?fbclid=IwAR26Jefu18_9vCEgY3NcGzaZg8jK1RwumL6MTAkT99PML5HzGFt_3dt1S4Y PAPER AND INK LITERARY ZINE ISSUE #16 'REBELLION' A collection of short stories, flash fiction, poetry and art on the theme of rebellion,... PAPERANDINKZIN...

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All That Was Left Drink me   the label said. She drank it all,   then threw the bottle aside, so all that was left were the words. Eat me was iced on the cake. She ate it all,   every last crumb, Then she licked off the icing so nothing was left of the words. https://florafiction.com/literary-magazine/

Parrots It was a large structure, metal and conical shaped perhaps an arbour awaiting it’s climbing plants or a cage for a very large bird. It seemed empty unless something was hiding in the undergrowth. I asked the woman sitting reading in the garden, “Do you have a parrot?” “I’ve got two”, she answered. I peered into the structure and looked at her questioningly. “Oh, they’re not there now, they’ve gone out. One’s round next door don’t know where the other one is! When it’s a nice day they go for a wander” Well, it really was a beautiful day! https://blognostics.net/blognostics-an-innovative-experi…/…/ Parrots by Lynn White It was a large structure, metal and conical shaped perhaps an arbour awaiting it’s climbing plants or a cage for a very large bird. It seemed empty.... READ MORE BLOGNOSTICS.NET Parrots by Lynn White Parrots by Lynn White It was a large structure, metal and conical shaped perhaps an arbour awaiting it’s climbing plants or a cage for a very large bird. It seemed em...