Poetry - Lynn White

  Melting Away She could still remember the warm days of summer, seaside holidays, times without end. Almost. Tick tock. But now the warmth is too much and time is melting away in the sun. Tick tock, tick tock goes her memory curling up in the heat and dying like a beached whale lying there dried out   dried up. Time has run out. It became too agile as she stiffened it curved and ran tick tock, tick tock, tick tock her memory is running down, repeating itself out of shape growing ever more distant and now it’s out of time tick tock, tick tock tick tock tick. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F99JD967?fbclid=IwY2xjawKZj4JleHRuA2FlbQIxMAABHuPcLic7bEwoslr4wtOyiIiFtkUXmqdGpBFQSjIDCbQhp2ORmgMusloDw_H6_aem_2k0kE76JHqx_miv4envGxA

  Summer in Gaza In the rain of the rockets there’s no water. Metal rain. In the rain of the rockets there’s no sunshine. Smoke rain. Black rain. In the rain of the rockets there’s no life. Death rain. Life ending rain. Death without life rain. In the rain of the rockets there’s no hope. Deaf rain. Death rain Death refrain https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F99JD967?fbclid=IwY2xjawKZj4JleHRuA2FlbQIxMAABHuPcLic7bEwoslr4wtOyiIiFtkUXmqdGpBFQSjIDCbQhp2ORmgMusloDw_H6_aem_2k0kE76JHqx_miv4envGxA

  Summer Days We know they’re coming, we can see them and hear them those days of soda and pretzels and beer. The birds have sung an opening chorus   for the pollen laden bees to hum and the flowers show ready for the main event. On patios the barbecues are lit and smoking   about to sizzle like skin with no sun screen. But   this year’s different, crazier and crazier as we stay at home   carefully distanced in our hazy miasma of enforced laziness waiting and hoping that soon the cloud hanging over us will blow away. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F99JD967?fbclid=IwY2xjawKZj4JleHRuA2FlbQIxMAABHuPcLic7bEwoslr4wtOyiIiFtkUXmqdGpBFQSjIDCbQhp2ORmgMusloDw_H6_aem_2k0kE76JHqx_miv4envGxA

  Nothing Is Quite Right I thought I would leave the city behind and go to the beach today but when I got there nothing was quite right. It was too cold for bikinis   in spite of being August with bright summer light it was buttoned up winter there. So I thought a coffee would be good, or maybe warming hot chocolate, but the cafe was topsy turvy, had tipped over   on to it’s side and I couldn’t find a way to get in, a way to sit down and place my order. So I walked down the streets and wondered how long it would be before they became topsy turvy too. Or perhaps they’ll stay the right way up,   I couldn’t say. I tried to cross the bridge to reach the pink castle, but it had become the wrong shape   too steep   to walk over and I was disconcerted by the paper shapes   that were replacing the buildings. They looked pretty, I liked them, but they still weren’t quite right. Even later, when I woke up it still looked all wrong and nothing was ever quite righ...

  Red Car The abandoned car stood on the waste ground, rusting away, doors hanging off, leather seats ripped. The children played there on warm summer days but I was not allowed. The place was dangerous and the children were rough. It was the first time I had ever been in a car. I sat behind the wheel to drive it making engine noises like a bus. It was a black car. In those days all cars were black. Any colour you like, so long as it’s black. I thought that a red one would have been nicer. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F99JD967?fbclid=IwY2xjawKZj4JleHRuA2FlbQIxMAABHuPcLic7bEwoslr4wtOyiIiFtkUXmqdGpBFQSjIDCbQhp2ORmgMusloDw_H6_aem_2k0kE76JHqx_miv4envGxA

  Tomorrow Never Comes The orcas decreed  that the dolphin’s wedding should be delayed by a day. Delayed till tomorrow, if tomorrow ever came. This would give more time, they said, to decorate the wedding gowns, to weave more shells into the kelp, the tiniest of muscle shells for him in every shade of blue, sweet pink cockle shells for her, sometimes veering towards red as if warning of danger. The music was to be rock ‘n’ roll, played by the Killers, of course on improvised pianos. The octopus was responsible for the wedding breakfast. He had enlisted the help of every friend to enlarge and beautify his garden. To transport rocks with anemones attached and bring a multitude of coloured pebbles and shells to enclose the fishy titbits collected specially for the feast. But in spite of their reassurances, still he worried about the guest list. So many orcas and dolphins who did not have a good reputation so far as the octopuses were concerned. But the garden was beautiful and su...