Look This Way

Look this way.
Turn away from the salt wind.
There's nothing to fear.
Let me see your face.
I know mine looks a little strange,
but there's nothing to fear,
nothing.
It's just that I've been away
a long time.
I have a long life history,
you see.
Look this way.
I've brought you flowers.
I found them when I woke up,
when I rose up.
I didn't see who left them.
I hope it wasn't you.
It would be discourteous of me
to return your gift.
But at least you know I'm no thief,
no grave robber,
just someone who has been away
a long time.
Look this way.
Let me see the salt wind
blow back your hair,
let me see your face.

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. Find Lynn at lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077

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