Tag: Lynn White

Master Or Servant

It was said he was the Master,
the Ring-Master in the circus of life.
All the animals succumbed to his power.
He was a true professional,
top of his class.

But humans were outside the ring,
and so they evaded his power,
made sure he knew his place
in their scheme of things.

Yes, in their scheme of things.
it was them who cracked the whip
and made sure he knew that
he was servant not master
of two-legged beasts.

And that is how he knew his place.
It was all he had
for then.

©2023 Lynn White All rights reserved.

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, 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
https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077

The Curse Of Consumption

I can hardly remember my early life
when I wiggled and wriggled
embryo-like
blindly
consuming
all before me.
I know I sensed the warnings
not to bite off more than I could chew,
but consumer of cliches that I was,
I carried on regardless
making a meal of everything
I could swallow,
even the words.
I could feel
that
change
was coming
and eventually
it happened!
I made it happen!

My curse became a blessing
and I broke out
of my hard carapace,
split open the shell
that had become my prison,
did my best to leave it behind
to have a look at the world outside
and continue my cruise of consumption.

Nothing was sacred
I ate it all
and grew fat,
so fat,
too fat.
So fat I felt ready to explode.

And then it happened,
I swear,
it was like a nuclear explosion
inside me
all the dust and debris of decadence
solidifying
into something unspeakable,
mushrooming
into something unintelligible
to be spewed out
of my big accursed mouth.

I don’t know what
will become of me now.
I don’t know what
I will become now.

©2023 Lynn White All rights reserved.

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, 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