Two poems up at the Bind Collective

Yay!! I have two poems up on the excellent Bind Collective site:

https://bindcollective.org/2021/11/24/soil/

Compostable Love is all about the abundant life and wonder in a compost heap, while Meditation tells you about sowing seeds , that ‘promise to the near future‘.

Many thanks to Ella & Flo for publishing my poems!

Fresh strengthening winds

Fresh strengthening winds from the north roughen the open ocean
Our small boat slams into waves that grow in size, our fear also grows
Dolphins come alongside, chatter and leap, make a game of it all

Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This poem is my attempt at sing the sijo form. Sijo is a traditional Korean poetry form. It has three lines, like haiku, and the lines are 14-16 syllables. The themes can be natural, spiritual or humorous.

Thank you Rebecca for your poetry Challenge that introduced me to this form.

The photo on this blog was taken by my then 12 year old son, on the trip the poem describes……

My edible home has no gingerbread

Its colours are cold and serious
and the clocks stopped a long time ago

Being alone for a long time
I have started to listen differently

Everything turns outward
but I turn up in all the wrong places

The witch is never dead
just sitting lonely in her edible home

Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond

My Cheese seller challenged me to write a poem with this title…….

Like my Father

I cannot run like my Father
his swift grace beyond
my stuttering pace

I have a temper like my Father
and that need for perfection
but I’ve mastered each

I love like my Father
immensely, extravagantly
wholeheartedly

I smothered my art like my Father
unlike me, he trained at art school
we both eventually came back to it

I have sought adventure like my Father
sailing, climbing, travelling
longing for sun, sea, mountains

I long for a splendid future like my Father
spaceships and aliens

I cherish nature like my Father
walking, seeing, immersing myself
in glorious life

Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Pink

One year all the museum shops had them
the usual puzzle in a complex world
erasers inscribed with As.

Arsenic and its atomic weight
never any other elements
no oxygen for breathing or fluoride to strengthen teeth
just death on bright pink.
That autumn everyone had one in their pencil case you said
at school , no one knew whose was whose.

The pink never bothered you
it would have fractured the fragile toxic masculinity
of many men, the kind that now collects large knives
protection they say.
Do their makeup laden wives feel protected I wonder?

Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond

My poem ‘Or by Inaction’ published by Granfalloon

I’m delighted to announce that my Science Fiction poem ‘Or by Inaction’ has been published by Granfalloon:

𝗢𝗿 𝗯𝘆 𝗜𝗻𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻… (granfalloon.org)

First Law of Robotics: A robot shall not harm a human being, or, by inaction, allow a human being come to harm

My thanks to Albert Mamet and Fiona Chew-Mcleod for accepting this poem which sees the First Law of Robotics from the robots point of view.