Lorry sliding over the white line
Edging to disaster #warn
Rain clouds lurking at the horizon
Promising #storm
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Lorry sliding over the white line
Edging to disaster #warn
Rain clouds lurking at the horizon
Promising #storm
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Black made purple as eyes falter
Stars wobble in visors sheen
Breathing shallows
Venting gas the only sound
The dead cold night
Of planetary orbit
Gains another soul
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
‘Dead Cold Night’ was first published by Space and Time Magazine June 2020
Crevasses hide slidden trees
while cliff tops have shed huge rocks
now littered out down below
unstrung Brobdingnagian beads
On this mis-sized jewellers of a beach
quartz and pearled fossils glitter and shine
we scamper over curled dark pools
fish for a sense of perspective
Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond
I love to walk upon the hills
to be with Natures blooms and spills
she welcomes me to her breast
to feed, to love and to rest
birds on high, and paths that wind
are balm to a troubled mind
I love to walk upon the hills
to be with natures blooms and spills
Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond
This poem is in the form of a octelle, a new poetry form explained over at Dverse.
Precipitation within sight
Rain, drizzle, mizzle
Soft weather, mucky weather
‘The Smoky Smirr o Rain’
Liquid sunshine
Slow words, gentle
But it was spitting this morning
Pitter patter, splash, splish, splodge, squelch
And it bucketed down last night
A torrent, raining cats and dogs
Not a light soaking rain
Squalling, hailing and sleeting
Flooding, flowing, swamping
A deluge chucking it down
Drowning
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Mars opens her heart
ancient as creation
rusty with ill use
swallows us whole
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
This poem was first published in the second issue of Frozen Wavelets at https://frozenwavelets.com/
Stars pooled like milk at zenith
Coloured lights tracking across
Blinking
Deep night swallows all light
Here on the Moor
Moonlight reflects off the front of my bed.
Could it actually be the frost on the ground?
I look up to view the bright moon,
And look down to reminisce about my hometown.
“Thoughts in the Silent Night” was written by the Tang Dynasty poet 李白 (Lǐbái).
I’m delighted to announce that my poem “Friends?” is published today at The Dread Machine:
Grey cloud mass lids the sky
Pushing me down
But the road winds onto
A bright horizon
Lighting up distant hills
They glow in the late sun
But the metaphor fails
As my ending may not be bright
The smell of smoke assails my nose
Pain clamps my head
The future scares me