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The Fall

written by: Lynn White



I'm running downhill
faster and faster.
I'm crossing the bridge now,
still running,
to the end of the bridge,
trying to see the end.
But there is no end
and I'm falling now,
falling into the arms
of the demons below
with their waving arms
and their claws primed
waiting to break my fall
and swallow me up
into their depths.
I grasp at the air,
cling to the wind
I’m clinging
to a hopeful ray of sunshine
to carry me up,
to take me with it
into the light.
I'm floating,
floating upwards or down.
It's not clear,
am I still falling or am I
floating upwards
into the light.

Lynn White

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 2014. This and many other poems, have been published in recent anthologies including - Stacey Savage’s ‘We Are Poetry, an Anthology of Love poems’; Community Arts Ink’s ‘Reclaiming Our Voices’; Vagabond Press’s, ‘The Border Crossed Us’; ‘Degenerates - Voices For Peace’, ‘Civilised Beasts’ and ‘Vagabonds: Anthology of the Mad Ones’ from Weasel Press; ‘Alice In Wonderland’ by Silver Birch Press, and many rather excellenton line and print journals.
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