Out Of Focus by Lynn White



The evening light was sepia
when I looked upwards
like an old photograph
out of focus
and slightly misty
like an old photograph
of undeveloped technique.
But that was looking upwards.
Down below the sepia darkened
turning brown as primeval mud
in an frightful ancient swamp.
Not a place to bring into focus
not a place to sit
and contemplate the sepia
of the fading light
with the foreground blackening,
becoming yet more dense
in the fading light
becoming a place to hurry through
not a place to sit
and contemplate
the changes
of the fading light.

© 2020 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, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes.

Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and on Facebook


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