There are dark misty spaces
topped by the blackest clouds,
so that I can’t see into them.
I have always been afraid
of the monstrous beings
which may lurk there
waiting in the dark.
But now the mist
The cloud is becoming thinner,
allowing the light to penetrate.
Now I am even more afraid,
afraid of the light,
that it may reveal
not monsters, but
the bare boards
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, Vagabond Press, Light Journal and So It Goes Journal.
Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and