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Dirty HandsGloves will protect youfrom the dirt in the groundas you pot and dig and prune.Gloves will protect youfrom the bugs in the bathroomand the unclean creaturesinvading the scratches of your hard labour.But nothing will protect you from your dirty workthe kind that leaves dirt on your soul not your hands.Nothing will protect you from that.It will soil more than your handsas it engulfs you, covers youeven when invisible.You knowand it’s stench will stay with youYou knowthat you’ll never feel clean again.
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 and writes hoping to find an audience for her musings. 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, Peach Velvet, Light Journal and So It Goes. Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and
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