Nothing Is Quite Right by Lynn White

I thought I would go to the beach today
but when I got there nothing was quite right.
It was too cold for bikinis
in spite of being August
with bright summer light
it was buttoned up winter there.
So I thought a coffee would be good,
or maybe warming hot chocolate,
but the cafe was topsy turvy,
had tipped over
on to it’s side
and I couldn’t find a way to get in,
a way to sit down and place my order.
So I walked down the streets
and wondered how long
it would be before they became topsy turvy too.
Or perhaps they’ll stay the right way up,
I couldn’t say.
I tried to cross the bridge to reach the pink castle,
but it had become the wrong shape
too steep
to walk over
and I was disconcerted by the paper shapes
that were replacing the buildings.
They looked pretty,
I liked them,
but they still weren’t quite right.
Even later, when I woke up
it still looked all wrong
and nothing was ever
quite right

© 2018 Lynn White


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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 Vagabond Press, Apogee, Firewords, Indie Soleil, Light and Snapdragon. She was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2018. Find Lynn at: and


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