Category Archives: exmoor

Moorland Night

June 15, 2022exmoor, poem, Poetryexmoor, night, poem, poetry, skyThe Cheesesellers Wife

Stars pooled like milk at zenith
coloured lights tracking across
blinking

Deep night swallows all light
here on the Moor

Stone in Water

February 16, 2022exmoor, nature, poem, Poetryexmoor, nature, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Deep plunge pool in the heart of the moor
Centred in spring time unfurling of bracken
Shadowed by a twisted thorn tree
Water pours in over a mossy lip
Large pebbles line the sloping
Glowing colours in crystal water

Something falls
Breaks the surface
Circles upon circles radiate
Contours ripple to a point of disappearance
Sparkle in the dawn light
Stone in the water

Only Exmoor

September 1, 2021exmoor, poem, Poetryexmoor, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Only Exmoor stretches out to embrace the whole sky in its immensity
Reflects its moods and colours, its nurture and destruction
Only the moor is as fickle as the sky

Today the moor is swallowed as clouds subsume the uplands
Yesterday it shed water like the clouds themselves
Tomorrow it will shimmer with heat, dry and unforgiving

Trees hide in hollows, afraid to stand in the open
Sheep bones litter the spring hillsides
Peaty silty bogs nestle with gorse , bracken and heather

Only Exmoor reaches out to bleed the very rain from the sky
To lie seeming gentle with its folds and billows, green fields abutting the heather
Then to gladly accept the gifts of deadly snow, killing floods, baking heat

This poem first appeared in Peacock Journal 2017

Poem published at Poetry and Places

September 18, 2020England, exmoorexmoor, published poemThe Cheesesellers Wife

I’m delighted to tell you that my poem ‘Only Exmoor’ has been published at Poetry and Places:

Only Exmoor by Kim Whysall-Hammond

Poetry and Places is a site that shares travel adventures and celebrates our planet through poetry.

Standing on Dunkery

July 27, 2020beauty, exmoor, Life, love, nature, poem, Poetrybeauty, Dunkery Beacon, Earthweal, exmoor, love, nature, poem, poetry, Wild lifeThe Cheesesellers Wife

Any hill will do
They all are sacred, but
Dunkery at twilight
As mist seeps up from
Purple heather
Horizons broaden out
And valleys settle into shadow

Sheep bleat, asking for their land back
But we walk the broad path
To a scattered mound of stone
Skirting nervous wild ponies
As the sun paints them golden

Ponies never ask, it is always theirs
As it belonged to the mound builders
Five thousand years ago
As it belongs
And doesn’t belong
To us all
But especially tonight
To me and mine

Written in response to this weeks EarthWeal challenge “Sacred Landscapes“. Exmoor is very special and it’s highest point, Dunkery Beacon, even more so.

Stone in the Water

June 10, 2020exmoor, Life, poem, Poetryexmoor, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Something falls
Breaks the surface
Circles upon circles radiate
Contours ripple to a point of disappearance
Sparkle in the dawn light
Stone in the water

Re-blogged from 2016.

Places of Poetry revisited

November 26, 2019Edinburgh, England, exmoor, Life, nature, poem, Poetry, Scotland, WalesEngland, Guest poem, Northern Ireland, Places of Poetry, poetry, published poem, Scotland, WalesThe Cheesesellers Wife

I’ve mentioned this poetry project, Places of Poetry, earlier this year :

https://www.placesofpoetry.org.uk/

The aim has been to “prompt reflection on national and cultural identities in England and Wales, celebrating the diversity, heritage and personalities of place.” Many people have submitted poems and the site is now closed to new submissions but will remain available for readers.

I highly recommend the site as a treasury of original poetry about places across the United Kingdom. There is a slider to take the map between ancient and modern graphics, and you need to zoom in to find where poems have been pinned.

I have been browsing the site and there are many excellent poems there. I was interested to see that others think of West London as colourless and grey too.

There are poems of mine near Didcot (south of Oxford), at Iwerne Minster in Dorset, in North Hillingdon, Lake Glaslyn near Lllanidloes, Mid-Wales, at Stratford upon Avon and in the middle of Exmoor.

Happy Hunting, and I’d love to hear any recommendations from you.

https://www.placesofpoetry.org.uk/

Rain on the moor

October 12, 2019beauty, England, exmoor, Life, poem, Poetry, weatherEngland, exmoor, Life, poem, poetry, rainThe Cheesesellers Wife

Here on the moor
Rain closes you down
Takes away the horizon
Soaks and settles
Creates hazards
Can flood and kill

Rain lashes at the face
Stinging like needles
Sends cold tendrils down the neck
Seeps into all things
Deepens bogs and fords
Hides the path from view

A rainy day on the moor
Be it drizzle or a squall
Leaves you slipping and tumbling
Heading for shelter
Dripping at the pub or tearoom door
Grateful for the warm and dry

Moorland

August 30, 2019beauty, England, exmoor, poem, Poetrybeauty, England, exmoor, Moor, moorland, poem, poetry, ruralThe Cheesesellers Wife

High on the moor is a special silence
Broken by decoying skylarks
Ponies breast a rise
Sheep appear from the bracken
Our footsteps loud on the rutted path
Under lowering cloud

Fellow Traveller

August 14, 2019beauty, England, exmoor, nature, poem, PoetryEngland, exmoor, poem, poetry, travelThe Cheesesellers Wife

Drowsing on the wayside
Halfway through our walk
We are stopped
Something rustles and I open my eyes
Raise my head
There in the red tipped grasses of the moor
Stands a doe, ears twitching
Black liquid eyes gazing into mine
Two creatures on the uplands
We exchange something in that moment
Before the nearby bleat of a sheep
Startles us each
And the moment and doe are both gone