Halloween Edition Poetry: Am I Dreaming, Red Roses, and The Lighthouse by Lynn White

Am I Dreaming?

Is this a dream, a mirage?
I could be sleeping.
I was looking out on trees
with rooks calling and nesting
when I started to eat
my picnic.

But am I asleep now?
The trees are dancing,
but no longer trees.
Young people from another time
are dancing to the music,
swaying to the music of the crows.
No longer crows though,
but fiddlers and singers
making raucous music
for the dancing.

So am I dreaming?
The cheese is real though,
and I’m still eating.
I’m still chewing the bread
and drinking the wine.
And I can feel a stone
against my back,
digging into me.

I’m sleepy now though.

Will they be there when I wake?
Or will I come back into life
to see the trees and rooks
as I clear away my picnic
and pack up.

First published in Pilcrow and Dagger, June 2015

Red Roses

I thought they’d furnish our bed,
the red roses you gave to me.
I threw away the hard stems
and the thorns,
just kept the soft
sweet smelling flowers.
But the flowers disintegrated,
fell apart,
like our love,
mirroring our love,
those red petals.
And now I lie alone
cushioned by rose petals.
Spreading petals like tears,
like falling tears.
Red tears bleeding
from the bloody thorns
I thought I’d discarded.

 

The Lighthouse

I was a little crazy
to buy the old lighthouse.
I knew it at the time.
But I wanted to be somewhere,
somewhere where I could shine,
shine it’s lamps out into the vastness,
shine like a beaming beacon.
And it was so high.
It matched my mood and then some.
Higher than high.
Higher than high.

There was no housewarming.
No one came.
There was no one to come.
So, only I could relish the exposure.
Only I could walk round the top
of the tower and look over the edge
into the dark deep depths.
Only I could see the swimmer,
a mermaid, surely? waving.
Or was she beckoning
as she approached the mooring.
Only I could come spiraling down.
Come down from the heights
to open the door,
to run down the steps
to the mooring.

And then the lamps went out.

First published in With Painted Words, October 2015

 

Lynn White

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. Her poem, “A Rose For Gaza,” was shortlisted for the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition in 2014. This and many other poems have been widely published, in recent anthologies such as ‘Alice In Wonderland’ by Silver Birch Press, ‘The Border Crossed Us’ and ‘Rise’ from Vagabond Press and journals such as Apogee, Firewords Quarterly, Indie SoleilMidnight Circus, Light Journal, and Snapdragon, as well as many other online and print publications.

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