In the circus of my dreams
the unicorns are are prancing, rearing up,
flashing their rainbowed hooves,
pointing with their golden horns,
with their unique golden horns.
Then, ridden by Leprechauns,
theyâre dancing round and round
the circle of the ring.
Kicking up the gold dust ground
from their droppings into
shimmering sawdust.
In the circus of my dreams
there is a rainbow.
A rainbow which has painted
their hooves with itâs light
as they climbed their way up
and slid their way down
to the crock of gold at the end.
Time for the little people to dismount
and mould the gold into hearts of love.
Time for the unicorns to use the gold
to nurture and replenish
their golden horns, their unique
golden horns.
© Lynn White
- First published in Pilcrow and Dagger, February 2016
About the Author
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. Her poem ‘A Rose For Gaza’ was shortlisted for the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition 2014 and has since appeared in several journals and anthologies. Poems have also recently been included in anthologies including – Harbinger Asylumâs ‘To Hold A Moment Still’; Stacey Savageâs âWe Are Poetry, an Anthology of Love poemsâ; Community Arts Inkâs âReclaiming Our Voicesâ; Vagabond Press, âThe Border Crossed Usâ; âCivilised Beastsâ from Weasel Press; âAlice In Wonderlandâ by Silver Birch Press and a number of rather excellent on line and print journals.
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