Science and Science Fiction poetry: Dead Cold Night

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

Upon the hills

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.

The many names of Rain

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