As a child, I loved them,
the light and darkness
at any time of day
or night,
the sky purple with anger,
the lighting flashing
and Roger’s mum
running up the street
in terror of a thunderstorm,
and seeking to get behind
the closed doors
of our house
where she felt safe
with my mom and me
together.
There we would spend the hours
playing Ludo or Monopoly,
Rummy or Newmarket,
the four of us
together
in our sanctuary.
Roger loved them too.
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Thunder and Lightening
by Lynn White
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, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award.
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