lynn white
by Lynn White

We were such special people then,
flying high above the rest,
like the arrogant angels we saw
playing way above the clouds.
We could almost touch them
with our arms outstretched
as we danced our way through
a youth of endless possibilities.

But other people were unimpressed.
They had no wish to touch the angels,
or reach the stars, even if they could.
They looked down to us, not up.
Laughed and shook their heads
at our strangeness and waited
for our dreams to fracture as theirs had done.
We did not hear the soundtrack of their voices.
Did not see that their dreams had split open
and rotted away consuming them in the decay.

Now we have become the rest
and know that we were not so special then.
But just practicing for a life that would elude us
as our dreams remained dreams.
Dreams which became decayed imaginings
growing dusty with time and fading.
Like them, we were consumed in the rot of our dreams
as ordinariness reclaimed us and the angels let us fall.

PHOTO: The author transforming in Reykjavik, Iceland (2014).

SOURCE: First published in Amomancies, Americana issue, 2015 (different edit).


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: 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 in October 2014 and is published in Poetry For Change anthology by Vending Machine Press. Poems have also recently been included in Harbinger Asylum’s Literary Journal and A Moment To Live By anthology, Stacey Savage’s We Are Poetry: An Anthology of Love Poems, the Weasel Press anthology Degenerates, Voices For Peace, Community Arts Ink’s Reclaiming Our Voices and a number of on line and print journals. Visit her on facebook.