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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 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
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Spidery
Hanging suspended
like a puppet
dancing in the wind,
a marionette
with a master
working her strings,
or blown this way and that
buffeted by the wind.
Until
she rises to the challenge
and takes control
herself,
becomes
a mistress puppeteer
floating on a string
of her own making
swinging from tree to tree
catching raindrops
and her dinner
as she weaves her wonder.
*****
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One Way In
The door was locked
bolted
blocked
against the entry
of the merest draught
shut tight
all gaps closed
against the ill wind
Don’t let it in,
they cried
we’ve blown it away,
then closed up the gaps.
But what about the gentle breeze?
That should have space
to enter.
And will we know
which one is blowing
when we feel
the first touch.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell.
Blow it away,
the ill wind.
Don’t let it in.
But if there’s a sweet breath
within it
that should have space
to enter
and there’s only one way in.
for both.
*****
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As The Crow Flies
I think it’s always quicker to travel
as the crow flies
more direct,
a Roman road
without ups and downs,
not that the crow notices such things.
It needs no air traffic control system either
has that built in and is never in collision.
And has no call for oil refined to kerosene,
just picks up fuel as it passes by
with eyes sharp for road kill
if it’s hungry
and maybe even if it isn’t.
It knows nothing of crowded airports
with security delays
or blocked up motorways
to be factored into journey time.
The crow has risen above it all,
it looks down on them
and knows it will get there first.
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