I was running round in circles,
or that’s how it felt,
from no beginning
to no end
just round and round
in colour splattered circles
a palette I picked up from living
on the edge of this mad, mad world.
And I have to live on the edge.
In the middle there are huge holes
hovering, waiting, ready to suck me in.
I must take care not to deviate,
not to fall through the circle
into the great white hole
where the running will stop
and everything will end in madness.
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 and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes. You can read more of Lynn’s writing on her blog and on Facebook.