Poetry - Lynn White

Secrets Do you have a secret life, with secret places explored only by yourself? Do you? Tell me about it, let me in. No you can’t, of course you can’t, it’s a secret. Only you can go there. So I must imagine your secret life for myself. May I? Perhaps a house with another family in it. Perhaps a box hidden under the floor containing old love letters or pornographic magazines Am I getting warm? Of course you won’t say. Well, you can’t say. For you are part of my secret life. My imaginings, my dreams and fantasies. And they are part of me. As real to me as the life I expose. but no one can go there. They’re my secrets. What about you? Do you have a secret life? Do you? http://pilcrowdagger.com/subscriptions/

Anxious I am dancing in the sunlight, the bright, bright light. I know the cloud is there but I can forget it, till I stop. And then.. There it is, even bigger and blacker than before. Darker than ever. It doesn’t like me dancing, doesn’t like the laughter or the sunshine. Brightness breaks it, shatters it into a grey mist. But still it won’t leave me. The brighter the sunlight, the louder the laughter, the greater my fear that it will form again and suck me into it’s darkness. https://issuu.com/wandr…/docs/reflection_wr_mag_nov_dec_2016

Lost All those lost souls wandering sadly in the space of their imaginations. Where are they? I can't find them, can't help them. All those lost socks swallowed. by the washing machine. Eaten up Digested. Where are they? Odd, but I can't find them. All those lost words tumbling through the dictionary. Sometimes I find a few and catch them hold them, write them down. Then, sometimes a few more find me and I grab them too and re arrange them all. Sometimes they are worth reading found and picked up for keeping. First published in Silver Apples Issue 9, People We Left Behind https://silver-apples.squarespace.com/…

Grains of Time Time is running out for me And I sit here gazing into space Watching each grain trickle away. I can't catch them, Can't stop them, Can't slow them down Or speed them up. I can only live the moment As it passes. http://www.lulu.com/…/mgv28…/paperback/product-23133926.html mgv2_88 | Swan Song | 04_17 by Walter Ruhlmann (Paperback) - Lulu Buy mgv2_88 | Swan Song | 04_17 by Walter Ruhlmann (Paperback) online at Lulu. Visit the… LULU.COM

The Hedgerow Fairies Where have they gone, the hedgerow fairies in their harebell hats? I used to see them sitting under their leafy roofs stitching their summer dresses of poppy and mallow petals with long silk threads catching the summer sunlight as the smiling spiders spun. I miss them so, the hedgerow fairies in their harebell hats. I used to see them collecting armfuls of meadow sweet to stuff their nighttime mattresses, making doorways in their new toadstool homes with sharp stones. Maybe they’ve gone underground to escape the passing cars and tractors. Maybe they only come out at night now and stitch and stuff under the moonlight. I don’t know. But I miss them so, the hedgerow fairies in their harebell hats. http://stanzaicstylings.blogspot.co.uk/…/the-hedgerow-fairi… The Hedgerow Fairies by Lynn White The Hedgerow Fairies Where have they gone, the hedgerow fairies in their harebell hats? I used to see them sitting under their leafy roofs ... ...

Motherly Love I have spent a lifetime trying to break away, trying to break out,  trying to find myself. Always on the edge, always on the outside, not quite a part, of it, not quite a beatnik, or a mod, hippy, or punk. I was early to realise that what she wanted me to be was what she had wanted for herself, about her, not me. I wanted to escape such love. I thought I could escape. I thought I had escaped. And I did, surely I did escape some of it. But not all. Not enough. So even now I feel tethered. After all this time of leaving her behind, I remain unsure of my own. http://heroinchic.weebly.com/blog/poetry-by-lynn-white

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. https://www.paperandinkzine.co.uk/shop PAPER AND INK SHOP PAPER AND INK ONLINE SHOP PAPERANDINKZINE.CO.UK