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, Best of the Net 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 and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/

The Last Word On The Last Bird

It’s almost done.

We’re close to the end

the too wet

too dry

too bright

too hot

bitter

empty end

If I could turn back time

I’d see flocks of birds

flying into the sunset

migrating 

as they did for millennia.

I’d see the too loud gulls

swooping and diving

in raucous frenzy 

to fill the sea and the sky.



Now there’s just one.



I’ve nothing more

to say.





First published in The Drabble October 10 2021

I Saw A Bird

I saw a bird today,

just one.

I wasn’t alone,

many people saw it,

more came out to look

dusting off their long unused 

binoculars.

Facebook was buzzing

like the insects used to buzz.

And so many tweets

trending for all those lost tweeters.

It made the local headlines,

then the national ones.

It flew a long way that bird,

then it was gone.







First published in Extreme Anthology,  Vagabond Press, 2018

Cracking Open

Concrete and clay

glass ensconced

in metal frames,

paint on board,

gas in pits,



once

it meant something 

once

it had a purpose.



It’s over now

purposeless

cracked

empty

waiting

for a future

hoping 

that soon

something

will make it’s way

through the cracks

as time passes.



So now 

look 

carefully,

see

already 

something

is emerging



finding its way

making 

a new beginning

after the end.