by Lynn White
We have all lost our loves
and revelled in our misery
while longing for oblivion and release
and the hopeful terror of reliving.
We may have experienced the distraction of birds
tapping at a window or fluttering sootily down a chimney
to enter a room like an uninvited saviour or demon
and worried and fretted as we try to discern
which is witch.
I would like to believe Poe
but can the raven
really call ‘nevermore’.
I have heard many a ‘caw’ from the crows
and ‘jacks’ from the jackdaws.
And I have heard many a raven call,
but never a
‘Never say never’ says Poe.
But ‘naw’, say the crows.
‘Cack’, say the jackdaws.
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 was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes. Find Lynn at: and