Lynn White

Bury Me Deep

Bury me deep in the tall meadow grass

and bury me deep in your arms.

Lie with me here in the sun ripening flowers

where the blue of the sky hides the clouds.

Bury me deep in your cool white sheets

and kiss my eyes and my mouth.

And as the warmth of your body flows in to mine

I’ll bury you deep in my arms.

Oh, bury me deep beneath darkening skies

and hold me close to your heart.

And buried deep with our love complete

we’ll sleep covered over in stars.

But the future lies with us heavy and dark.

It has bitter sweet memories of now.

With the tastes of the past buried deep in our love

the tastes of the future are sharp.

I can see both the stars and the blackness of night,

the blindness and brightness of love.

The past and the future cast shadows of time

so bury me deep in your love.

And bury me deep in the tall meadow grass

and I’ll bury you deep in my arms.

And lie with me here in the sun ripened flowers

where the blue of the sky meets the clouds.

First published in Quail Bell, February 2017

The Last Word

It’s almost done.

We’re close to the end

of the sweet times

and into

the too wet

too dry

too bright

too hot

bitter

empty end

If I could turn back time

I’d see flocks of birds

flying into the sunset

migrating 

as they did for millennia.

I’d see the too loud gulls

swooping and diving

in raucous frenzy 

to fill the sea and the sky.

Now there’s just one.

I’ve nothing more

to say.

Picnic 

Gather round!

Who dares first will win the prize,

fly away with the sweetest bite,

the most crumbly crumb,

most fleshy fruit.

Gather round!

Wait till they look the other way.

There’s safety in numbers

and they’ll be feeling sleepy

from drinking the sweet wine,

and bitter beer from the bottles.

Gather round!

There’s enough to share.

No need to wait for them to go.

They’ll only leave the tiny morsels

and we’ll have to scavenge for them 

in the grass.

All together now!

Here we go!