First they banned flowers. Unhygienic, you see. Unsafe. With their smells and susceptibility to spillages so people brought poems to hospitals. Then there was a pandemic. And people were banned. No visiting allowed Unhygienic, you see. Unsafe with their smells and susceptibility to carry infection so robots brought the poems to hospitals. Now things haveContinue reading “Hospital Poems – Lynn White”
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Darker Objects – Lynn White
To begin with the dark parts were small tiny black cubes in the grey, we should have seen them growing recognised their full potential noticed the blurred edges allowing them to creep onwards imperceptibly almost invisibly. And now there’s hardly a space between the black cubes and little space for brightness around them. once theContinue reading “Darker Objects – Lynn White”
The Killing Holiday – Lynn White
Genocide Joe is strutting his stuff getting ready to deliver for Christmas. Santa came early to the north, as he does and now his sack’s laden and he’s moving south playing toy soldiers with real missiles and bombs. For children alone and families fleeing terror the bombs make a carpet of what once were homes.Continue reading “The Killing Holiday – Lynn White”
Looking Through The Glass – Lynn White
Somehow the mirror has broken fragmenting my image, the image I have of myself, the one I like to project. Was it the sunlight that cracked it, the exposure to brightness, an explosion of light or was it already a distortion ready to be destroyed by a different audience looking over my shoulder. Or wasContinue reading “Looking Through The Glass – Lynn White”
Composition of a Woman – Lynn White
Among so many creatures, and with so much choice she chose me named me made me myself. Among so many creatures birds and beasts, reptiles and flowers in all their glory I stand here still me a woman. I stand here proud to be chosen to be among them to be included as part ofContinue reading “Composition of a Woman – Lynn White”
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