Poetry - Lynn White

  Caged In Gaza She asked me why caged birds sang. I couldn’t tell her, not for sure. No mate will arrive this year, and no freedom will come. I wonder if they remember freedom, perhaps they still live in hope like us.   She asked me if they felt fear as we do when they heard the bombs falling. I couldn’t tell her,   not for sure. I wonder if they remember peace, Perhaps it will arrive this year, unlike last year. perhaps they still live in hope like us. She asked me if they knew they brought us comfort. “I think that’s why   they still sing, like us,” I said. https://alienbuddhapress.wordpress.com/2025/09/27/verses-against-the-siege/?fbclid=IwY2xjawNF1sVleHRuA2FlbQIxMAABHmWDZqAtmwq91QF7G9C8RI57wtK8k0imlgNijhazxx7euiznwWFPQWRKdyQQ_aem_GrUCDunyg3TQ-PZbFuOKnA

  He Sees No Genocide   He hears no cries. He hears no sighs. He knows of no one who has died. He knows there are lies but Israel never lies and there is no genocide. He knows but he’s dead inside. https://alienbuddhapress.wordpress.com/2025/09/27/verses-against-the-siege/?fbclid=IwY2xjawNF1sVleHRuA2FlbQIxMAABHmWDZqAtmwq91QF7G9C8RI57wtK8k0imlgNijhazxx7euiznwWFPQWRKdyQQ_aem_GrUCDunyg3TQ-PZbFuOKnA

  Silenced It’s all you can hear now the journalists are silenced. It’s all you can see now the placards are forbidden. It’s all you can hear now Other voices are silenced. It’s all you can see now the flags are forbidden. Truth lies buried in silence. https://alienbuddhapress.wordpress.com/2025/09/27/verses-against-the-siege/?fbclid=IwY2xjawNF1sVleHRuA2FlbQIxMAABHmWDZqAtmwq91QF7G9C8RI57wtK8k0imlgNijhazxx7euiznwWFPQWRKdyQQ_aem_GrUCDunyg3TQ-PZbFuOKnA

  Unicorn I shouldn’t have done it. I’ve always shunned   the spotlight, always feared it. Unlike the horses and dogs   who play the game,   perform, do what’s expected by their human providers,   by their audience. I’ve always been afraid   of being seen onstage just in case I was taken short and golden notes fell from my arse and made   rainbows brighter   than the spotlight, upsetting the lighting engineers. I think we’re all the same, we unicorns, shy creatures. That’s why we’ve   survived, hiding in dreams. Author's note I love myths and legends, As a child I borrowed my cousin's book of Greek legends so often she gifted it to me! Unicorns and the myths surrounding them fascinate me—the idea of golden pooh, for example. In this poem I imagine them possibly inhabiting myths and dreams as we've come to believe or just maybe being a real creature so shy and successful at hiding that we can never be sure.

  THE CRIME Lynn writes:  I choose ‘Friday Mornings’ from May 2024. It was based on a real BBC Radio  interview from a few years ago which brought more than a touch of surreality to life as the monotony of the responses mirror the monotony of school for the interviewees, while the Interviewer seemed entirely oblivious of this. Schooling/de-schooling/free-schooling is something I feel strongly about having worked with its victims for many years in a past life. Read ‘Friday Mornings’ here. Lynn’s other favorite Gorko : I was introduced to the splendid artwork of Irina Tall by another publication but it was Gorko that introduced me to her poetry.  I choose ‘tell the drops what’s in the sky’ from 9/27/24. THE CRIMINAL Lynn White  lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She has been...

  Umberto’s Echoes I no longer think it sinful to indulge passionately in recollection. I no longer find it foolish to indulge in passion   long passed even though I know, just as he knew, that remembering cannot elude   the long flow of time, cannot elude the coming death, death, the ultimate passion, sometimes it’s said. Such comforting indulgence. But in such a world as this comfort is always sinful even in the echoing of its memories.   https://www.redrosethorns.com/post/umberto-s-echoes

  No Pride in Prejudice There is no prejudice in Pride and no pride in prejudice. There is no morality in prejudice and no pride in its legality only pride in Pride. https://www.redrosethorns.com/post/no-pride-in-prejudice