It’s been a long flight.
I’m pleased you made a safe landing
and now I’m coming down to join you.
I always said, we were birds of a feather.
I always said, I’d walk through fire for you,
I always said, I’d walk under water to find you.
Think of that
as you strut your stuff
modestly hiding your ankles
in accordance with the latest fashion,
well, you were always a follower,
never a leader.
though I’m behind you
you won’t be ahead for long
for there’s no escaping my love,
I’m right behind you.
I always will be
That’s what it said on the packet,
But right now,
I would like a straight cashew
for a change,
had enough of those that are curly.
So I asked
in the Health Food shop.
I asked in several Health Food shops.
Some very strange looks were forthcoming,
but no straight cashews.
I don’t give up easily.
I searched on Google.
Lots of cashews,
but in the photos all were curly.
Looks like I will have to become a plant breeder,
a hybridiser to satisfy this need,
fast becoming an obsession,
for a cashew that has no curl or curve.
I believe someone has developed a straight banana,
so in time, who knows what there will be.
Smoking was forbidden
especially at the breakfast table.
She knew it was against all the house rules,
knew it was time for her to tidy up the debris on the table.
Her parents taught her well.
She heard them.
She thinks of them now
as she sits and smokes
about the artist
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, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Find Lynn at:
https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/