The Canadian canoe submerged as we got in too clumsily. The cushions, brought thoughtfully for comfort were soaked along with everything else. Then we discovered that we were unable to co-ordinate our paddling so moving along the narrow canal in a straight line was impossible. Thus we made slow progress. And then we came to the long tunnel. The sign at the entrance was disconcerting, forbidding entry except with a torch. Of course, we had no torch, just spluttering roll ups made in darkness from damp tobacco, and five loud voices. Yes, we were five. Four adults who should have known better and a thirteen year old in despair as usual of his out of control parents. All water under the bridge when we emerged into the light to tell a survivor’s tale, now a memory.
About the Poet:
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 and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes. Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/
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