Poetry: 2 Poems by Lynn White

Poetry: 2 Poems by Lynn White

Lost In The Ice

The ice sheets came down
little by little at first,
layer upon layer,
but relentless.
That was the last time and
there were no survivors
to tell the story.
The mysteries
and secrets
were buried,
lost in the ice.
No one stayed to describe the forests
standing still
clothed
in silver spangles,
dressed as if for Christmas,
shining with sparkling baubles,
or their last survivors in the whitened landscape,
wearing their silver ball gowns
ready for their final dance
before they too
joined the
buried
branches
and bones
the mysteries
and secrets
now covered over in new white sheets.
Buried.
Waiting
to reveal themselves,
to tell their stories
when the ice receded,
waiting,
waiting,
only
to be washed away
in the thaw.

 

Rosie

Can I be a rose?
Yes, I think so.
It’s my calling,
after all.
And I have pinkish skin
and rosy cheeks.
And I am as multi layered, 
as complex, as any
petalled rose
worth my name.
Yes, that’s for sure.
Is there a fragrance
on my breath?
I like to think so.
And will it be discernible,
sniffable,
petal perfumed?
Yes, especially
in the moist evening,
but take care not to
disturb my roots,
to cut me off
and watch
me fade
away.
 

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Spoken Word: Sarah Campanini

Spoken Word: Sarah Campanini