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 

Follow That!

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.

Spring Dreams

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.

Spinning

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