Poetry - Lynn White

  Lost in the Wheat-Field She was lost, lost in the wheat-field following the tractor tracks to nowhere. https://feversofthemind.com/2025/04/26/ekphrastic-poetry-challenge-9-from-d-c-nobes-lynn-white-alexis-murphy-thompson-emate-andrew-bruckner-srleekha-chatterjee-howard-osborne-alan-hardy/

    Where is the Real World There was a broken circle in my field of wheat this morning. Can’t explain it. Walked through the wheat scratching my head with a stalk. Can’t explain. There are shapes in the circle, shapes which look like the shapes and spaces of this world. Lands and seas. Can’t explain them. Fell asleep in the scratchy stalks of my field in the sunshine. Can’t say why. Awoke in England, I think, lying there, floating above it, I think. Lying here, drifting away, like a balloon out of control, but avoiding the sun and the stars and the other worlds. I think. Or am I lying below, in my field with my heels on the ground? Difficult to know.   Hard to discern this place and know my place in it.   Can’t explain   why I’m floating here, unsure if I’m drifting above or below. I might fall. I might fall up or down. I don’t know which. Can’t explain my confusion. But, I’ll know when I stop spinning round, seeing the stars in the sunshine. But how will I get...

  Quality I was pleased with my reel to reel recorder.   It was four tracks which was good,   as tapes were expensive but quality was poor. My source of music was the radio, an ancient transistor Radio Luxembourg   fading in and out   with lots of crackles so quality was poor. Then the age of affluence caught up with me. The reel to reel became an amp for my boyfriend’s guitar Now was the age of the cassette, better quality but at a cost! https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/

  Leading the Way The male will always lead, so it’s been said, a flamboyant rooster strutting his stuff while the fluffy bird-brained  females dutifully follow, so it’s been said. But, we say no not here, not now. We’ll only follow where we want to go. We’ll let him stride on ahead, strutting his stuff, and make a diversion for a little of what we fancy. We’ll scratch up a juicy morsel here, reach out to catch a flighty creature there. We’ll have a nibble of this and a nibble of that. And he won’t know, he never looks back,  we know so we’ll chuckle away to ourselves while he strides on alone, unknowing, strutting his stuff thinking he’s leading. We won’t be watching. We won’t be following. We’ll make our own way. We’ll stray. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F676RP4Y?fbclid=IwY2xjawJ4KR5leHRuA2FlbQIxMAABHjWnx_EC8h-2mP3tMMRfZ_3ur6c8nDqCUXfERGzPIC-JwHIL9R9U-L9AGhQt_aem_fwMfHJMYvMj0XVy5-_IQlQ

  Scourge Who will help the prisoner lying on the floor, lying there alone, unwashed  and bleeding. No one came. They said he deserved the scourging, that it was their job to administer punishment and keep society safe, safe from such scourges. So no one came Only angels, those fat cherubs  of empathy and kindness, they came down to help him. But only in his dream. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F676RP4Y?fbclid=IwY2xjawJ4KR5leHRuA2FlbQIxMAABHjWnx_EC8h-2mP3tMMRfZ_3ur6c8nDqCUXfERGzPIC-JwHIL9R9U-L9AGhQt_aem_fwMfHJMYvMj0XVy5-_IQlQ

  Angel Angel came down   from heaven to earth   on her first trip abroad. Her friends were envious as word was that earth was   the most beautiful of the planets, so beautiful that it had been the model for building the paradise that was heaven. Many had never really believed it some things just weren’t believable, like heaven,   few people on earth believed in it anymore and even fewer believed in paradise or angels. But I believed in them. I told her how pleased I was to meet her, how glad I was that I’d believed in her, how sorry I was that she had to leave before we found paradise on earth. But that’s life   on earth. https://jayzomondarkmyth.com/darkmythproductions/theworldofmyth/136/The_World_of_Myth_Magazine_Volume-1-Issue-136_April_2025.pdf

  Coupled Every year in March our frogs have a party, more of an orgy really. But this year there were two late comers, a loving couple who waited until after the party was over. Lily and Henry were their given names and come the summer we delighted to see their offspring  swimming up and down our pond, all those tiny Lilys and Henrys growing ready for next year’s party. https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2025/04/life-of-reptile.html

  The Lizard The lizard loves abandoned places. They make for an exciting life, so many nooks and crannies to seek out for shelter or snacks from the creatures ill-advised to shelter there. There’s compost to scrabble through, rustic brickwork to climb, even a tightrope to practice balance. And the sun shining through it all to be soaked up with joy. Such a haven of perfection! https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2025/04/life-of-reptile.html

Brenda’s Turtle When I was a child, Brenda’s turtle walked into the hot, hot embers. No one knew why. So badly burned we thought him ready  for an easeful, sleepy death. “No, no” said the vet, “very resilient, turtles, could live to be a hundred.” I would like to tell you that he made the hundred, but he’s not quite there yet, though he still seems happy enough. https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2025/04/life-of-reptile.html