Leading the Way by Lynn White


The male will always lead,
so it’s been said,
a flamboyant rooster
strutting his stuff
while the fluffy bird-brained
females dutifully follow,
so it’s been said.

But, we say no
not here,
not now.
We’ll only follow
where we want to go.
We’ll let him stride on ahead,
strutting his stuff,
and make a diversion
for a little of what we fancy.
We’ll scratch up a juicy morsel here,
reach out to catch a flighty creature there.
We’ll have a nibble of this and a nibble of that.
And he won’t know,
he never looks back,
we know
so we’ll chuckle away
to ourselves
while he strides on alone,
strutting his stuff
thinking he’s leading.

We won’t be watching.
We won’t be following.
We’ll make out own way.
We’ll stray.

© 2019 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. 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, Vagabond Press, Light Journal and So It Goes Journal.

Find Lynn at: lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com


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