
Links to more poems by Frances White:
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Poinsettia extends its wings.
You pack your things.
New year awaits
at student gates.
Along the motorway you speed
with all you need.
PC, CDs
we pay the fees.
I slowly start to strip your bed.
"Bye, Mum,"you said.
Despite your height
I hugged you tight.
Frances White
Published in: ´AWAY WITH WORDS. An Anthology of Poetry´ (Aeronwy Thomas, Beryl Myers, Annie Taylor, Frances White) Poetry Monthly Press, 2007, ISBN 978-1-906357-01-6
The Lake
Trousers rolled up, his knees
quake by the waterside.
He drowns the words
he´s always heard.
Don´t go too near.
Keep away from the edge.
Pool black, his eyes tell
he´s ready to dive.
Matchstick arms fly out
in an arrow head.
The waters enclose him.
There´s silence
then splashing and whoops of boy
as he climbs out on the other side
ribs rippling
hair sleek as otter pelt.
Frances White
Published in: ´AWAY WITH WORDS. An Anthology of Poetry´ (Aeronwy Thomas, Beryl Myers, Annie Taylor, Frances White) Poetry Monthly Press, 2007, ISBN 978-1-906357-01-6