The Usual Santas
She was not the usual Santa
corpulent and whiskered
in baggy red pants
and loose jacket
stretched to fit his belly.
No she was something special,
something out of the ordinary.
At first the reindeers were a little nonplussed
when her mini-skirted elves
with green spiked hair
and bright red lippy
loaded presents
on to the very ordinary sleigh.
But they were impressed
with the practicality
of her red stripy leggings
as she climbed up
into the driving seat
and were happy
to spread their wings
and fly through the stardust
at her command.
The presents were delivered as usual though
and this Santa enjoyed the mince pies and sherry
left out for her in every home.
Not everything had changed!
Wrapped Up
Usually I walk alone
through the woods
but today I have a friend,
perhaps imaginary,
I’m not sure,
but certainly friendly,
a foxy friend, no less,
to bring colour to this time
of cold with the darkness
closing in
wrapping me in a long dark cloak
completely covering me
so no one can see
only my foxy friend,
perhaps unreal,
and the birds flying free.
If they are real
one day I’ll join them.
First published in New Reader Magazine, ‘Nameless’, Winter 2020
Beam Us Up
Take my hand
hold it tight
we’ll stay
close
in the beam
of light
descending
and then you’ll beam us up
we’ll close our eyes
and make a wish
as we rise
and if we get what we wish for
we’ll feast
on the scarlet sins and secrets
we find
in the red light zone
and stay
as long as we wish
if we get what we wish for
we’ll be in the pink
of our vie en rose
on our slow way down
to the present
carefully
avoiding the dark hole
of the future
that we didn’t wish for.
Abracadabra
Abracadabra!
All we need is the magic word
to open up the past
and step inside
the mountain
long gone,
and enter an age
of cold and ice,
a vastness,
a void
of unknown
ice caves
recreated
in our warming times.
Abracadabra!
All we need is a touch of magic
and it will be back
the worn down,
vanquished
vanished
past
united
now
for us
to step inside,
a new old world
waiting for us to enter.
Just say the word
before it melts away!
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 has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the
Net and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications
including: Consequence Journal, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Gyroscope Review,
Blue Pepper, Arachne Press and So It Goes.
https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/
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