One Poem by Lynn White

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.


I’d expected the aching muscles
and the sore, deformed feet,
that the applause would numb them
and hide them away temporarily.
But the expectations
of the well dressed and well connected
lurking in the back stage shadows
to transport dreaming feet into a nightmare.
They were unexpected.
They were the low points,
the bass line when the music played.


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. Find Lynn at and

One thought on “One Poem by Lynn White

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.