Four Poems | Lynn White

Afraid Of The Light

I am not afraid of the dark.

Night time engulfs me,

covers me gently

with it’s thick darkness,

comforts me with its curtains 

of blackness.

I don’t need to hide.

It hides me.

So I bury myself 

in the darkness,

the good thick

subterranean darkness

let it cover my face

so I can’t see the ruins

I’ve built around me.

But it’s never enough 

to quell my fears.

I can’t forget what lies above


where the light shines.



I remember the days

before colour.

Days of 




or films 

jerky with 

black, white

and shades of grey.

Only the canvas bled

out its oily red blood.

Colour is ubiquitous now

but still we bleed the same.


The Deal

Life is just a game,

a beautiful game

if you’re in luck,

but still a game.

You might get lucky

when you play the game.

or you can strike a bargain,

sell your soul to improve your odds,

then decide whether to play

or not.

Your deal,

your choice,

to play or not to play.

Just remember

three strikes 

and you’re out,

out of the game.

That was the bargain.



Time is healing.

Time is stealing.

Time congeals

if you let it.

Even then

its wheels keep turning.

Even when broken

its wheels keep turning.

Photo by PaaZ PG on Unsplash


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, Gyroscope Review and So It Goes. Find Lynn at: and

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