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 and writes hoping to find an audience for her musings. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes. Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com
Where I go, no one can follow. I won’t let them. But perhaps no one would want to, after all, I’ve been to some strange places at inappropriate visiting times and now I can only go there in my dreams. Follow that if you can, I tell them! But they can’t. They never could.
I close my eyes and listen to the first sounds of spring. Hear the bees fly past and feel their warm settling when sometimes they alight on me as if they wish to examine this strange creature, this lone interloper in their world. I open my eyes when I feel them so that I can admire their beauty and strangeness before they move on, flying or crawling, off to make their honey they leave me alone again.
I’m spinning a sphere of mirrored glass and I’m seeing my world differently. Upside down. Round and round. Making me dizzy. But perhaps it was always upside down and spinning out of control in any case. Perhaps. Perhaps it always will be. First published in Scarlet Leaf Review, January 2017