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Void
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 is lifting, moving away. The cloud is becoming thinner, allowing the light to penetrate. Now I am even more afraid, afraid of the light, afraid that it may reveal not monsters, but the bare boards of emptiness.
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of socialjustice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She isespecially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy andreality. 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
https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/