Fly With Me, My Fancy Man

 

—Poetry by Lynn White, 

Blaenau Ffestiniog, North Wales
—Art Courtesy of Public Domain

 

 

ASCENSION


They said
we were joined
at the hip,
born that way.
But they were wrong.
We were more deliberate
than that.

And all our lives
we reached out
for each other,
lent a hand
for support.
And now
we can’t separate,
no
not even if we wanted to,
not even when we’ve tried to.

We’d already become part of each other
when we made our final move
up
into the heavens
ascending.


(prev. pub. in Lion and Lilac Arts, January 2023)

 

 

 

CLOSE YOUR EYES


I’ve closed my eyes
just like you asked.
What now?
What happens next?
You promised me treats
when I opened them.
You promised me wonders.
You promised me the earth,
the grass and the rivers,
the sun and the sky.
But if you can’t manage that
the moon will do.


(prev. pub. in Nine Muses Press, 4/15/20)

 

 

 

 

BURY ME DEEP

Bury me deep in the tall meadow grass
and bury me deep in your arms.
Lie with me here in the sun ripening flowers
where the blue of the sky hides the clouds.

Bury me deep in your cool white sheets
and kiss my eyes and my mouth.
And as the warmth of your body flows in to mine
I’ll bury you deep in my arms.

Oh, bury me deep beneath darkening skies
and hold me close to your heart.
And buried deep with our love complete
we’ll sleep covered over in stars.


But the future lies with us heavy and dark.
It has bitter sweet memories of now.
With the tastes of the past buried deep in our love
the tastes of the future are sharp.

I can see both the stars and the blackness of night,
the blindness and brightness of love.
The past and the future cast shadows of time
so bury me deep in your love.

And bury me deep in the tall meadow grass
and I’ll bury you deep in my arms.
And lie with me here in the sun ripened flowers
where the blue of the sky meets the clouds.



(prev. pub. in Quail Bell, February 2017)

 

 

 

FLIGHT OF FANCY


Fly with me my fancy man
and I’ll take you to places
that you haven’t been,
but only if that’s what you fancy.
We’ll flit over mountains flapping our wings
on our magical flight of fancy.
We’ll hover above cities of silver and gold,
and stopover wherever we fancy.


Come fly with me, my fancy man,
and find a little of what you fancy.
But hold on tight as we climb up
close to the sun, then go
sliding down moonbeams
avoiding the planets, way over the spires
and the earth towers, over the clouds,
right out of the rain showers.
There’s no plain sailing for us in my fancies.


Then hold on tight as we start speeding down,
down under the clouds in our fancy
we’re still tripping the light fantastic.
But we’re frantic to find our fantasy land
at the end of our flight of fancy.


(prev. pub. in Amomancies, February 2016)

 

 

 

 

SHADOW PUPPETS

I still see you in the shadows.
It’s where you’ve always been
casting shadows over my life
playing your part in its theatre
while staying hidden
to project an image
which makes me feel
as manipulated
as you surely are
behind that screen.

It will take courage
to draw back the blind
to let me see your features,
let me see who you are
and who you can be
when you’re free,
when we both are free.

So step forward.


Step out of the shadows
and on to the stage to greet me.
When I see your smile
we’ll rewrite our parts
free of the puppet master
and out of the shadows.



(prev. pub. in Ekphrastic Review,
Java Puppet Challenge, October 2021)

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Today’s LittleNip:

 

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

—Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper

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—Medusa, with thanks to Lynn White for today’s poetry, all about the heart, and Happy Valentine’s Day to her and to readers everywhere!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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