Jen Whyte

Illuminating the place
Wherein I dwell

As the Poppies dance to an unheard song

Hear the wind across the hilltops
As it sings its songs for thee

Woven into time and space
By the subtle movement of a hand,
A foot, a sensuous gesture.

until all we see is this husk
ready to be be blown away like dust
on the winds of self perpetuating lust

Chasing night fancies
And stilling our fears

Wrought by hate and difference
Of creed, religion and beliefs
Of teachings with no tolerence

A guardian angel?

Naughty sprite?

In my room

In the middle of the night

Well!!! Everbody’s doing it!!

1. Do you like blue cheese? – Am allergic to Cow’s cheese

2. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? – Used to be a heavy smoker but stopped 14 years …

of deep white paper
lying there
under my hand
the words slip
and ooze from the pen

Fringed with lashes black and thick / I fall and I am drawn deep into your world

Time is still and full of joy
The essence of what makes a boy

How fallable
Is this human sense

Of this once proud vessel
That defied the waves

To feed all the world with its wonderful sound

the chill of Winter’s now departing face

What is everything all about
What is anything all about
Where do I come from
Where am I going
Do I serve a purpose, a cause, a belief
Or in my very purposelessness
Do I exist at all
Wh…

Those flowers of early Spring hold sway

How do we tell truth from lies
When it is spoken with such honeyed sighs?

In bright lit splendour while clinical hands/perform intricacies on her cold flesh