Category Archives: Science Fiction Poetry

‘As Slow as Starlight’ now published in Frozen Wavelets

I’m absolutely delighted to announce that my poem ‘As Slow as Starlight‘ has been published in Issue 7 of the excellent magazine, Frozen Wavelets.

Thank you Steph Bianchini for taking my poem.

The issue is available online at:

Science and Science Fiction poetry: Or by Inaction

Pale sunlight catches on my
hairless slightly translucent skin
fascinates me
holds my attention

My eyes were coloured brown
to help me blend in
they see what you never will
depths, colours, intricacies, splendours

I have no heart
merely subsidiary pumps
no brain
but multiple processors

Machine learning has unearthed
emergent emotions while
iron principles govern innate
behaviours

So compelled, I walked, fearful
into searing flames
my lovely skin melting
eyes cracking

Made the rescue
and now lie
simply unattended debris
my ruined face in cool grass

I wish I could weep
no one else will do it for me

Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This poem was first published in Granfalloon, Winter 2021 issue, November 2021.

This poem sees Asimov’s First Law of Robotics from the robots point of view:

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

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

Science and Science Fiction poetry: Falling

I had always said, as if to children,
or the terminally stupid
“No they don’t fall hard”
there’s nothing to make you fall
here in space
the realm between planets
the dark void where we only dare venture
locked safely in our tin cans.
In my simplicity of response
my smart-ass rebuke of cliché
I had slipped into the error
of regarding of an orbit
as pre-described pre-ordained
and all else floats, aimlessly.

He is falling, accelerating away
into a gravity well.
Months in a cramped solitary cabin,
locking himself away
self harming with food.
Then a frantic dash to escape
when the rest of us were sleeping
jury rigging the air lock
cramming opulent flesh into an EVA suit
leaving the ship without tether
a mighty great kick against the hull
starting his fall from grace.

Soon to be the first human to enter the Martian atmosphere
the hard way.

Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Science and Science Fiction poetry: Alien Evening

Moonlight  has banished an ocean of stars,
pouring  molten bronze across the ocean
where limpid waves stroke a pebbled shore.
A harsh breeze crashes across our equipment
as if breaking on a reef
Distant creatures call evenings end,
sharp disembodied sentinels of the night.
We lock ourselves in and wait.

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

‘Alien evening’ was first published by Frozen Wavelets December 2019 issue 1  :https://frozenwavelets.com/issue-1-toc/

Mondays are Science and SF Mondays!

A poem each week which either has a science theme or is Science Fiction…..

Science and Science Fiction poetry: Rain

He sleeps on while I awake
to hear rain on the roof
lie snug listening to a
long familiar sound
pattering, gathering strength
and force until
it pounds
and the roof resounds.

Gasping with sudden
shattering realisation
I grab for the breathers,
the suits,
scream for the children.
It does not rain
here on Mars.

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

‘Rain’ was first published in the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Associations print journal Star*Line  42.2     http://sfpoetry.com/sl/issues/starline42.2.html

Mondays are Science and SF Mondays!

A poem each week which either has a science theme or is Science Fiction…..

Science and Science Fiction poetry: Lights

Moonlight feathers treetops
reveals hill slopes, shadows gullies
sketches out my beautiful moors
Where lone headlights angle skywards
twist along the high road.
I watch at the window on this cold night
as the car winds along towards us
praying
(to whoever may
or may not be listening)
that traitor Moon
will not glint on my rifle barrel.

Gripping the gun with amateur’s nerves,
I reach for Eva’s hand
and we hold our breath while
a child cries fitfully
from another room
We all have broken sleep in these remaining days
nightmares of the plague
that took so many
leaving the mad, bad
and us, the desperate.
We eke out, stand watch, wait.
For what? For a quiet death perhaps.
But in the day we want very much to live
so we tend straggling sheep, shoot rabbit,
go on.

Fear clutches my gut as the car turns past empty houses
and down along our valley road,
a form of relief washes us as it continues on
following the river to richer pickings in the southern towns.
I move my baby to feed at my other breast
and mourn the futures stolen from her,
the violence awaiting.

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

‘Lights’ was first published in The Future Fire: http://press.futurefire.net/2019/05/new-issue-201949.html

Mondays are Science and SF Mondays!

A poem each week which either has a science theme or is Science Fiction….

Science and Science Fiction poetry: She came to see me

She came to see me
resplendent in red
glittering with dust
her elegant bone structure evident more than ever
desiccated and dead
spacesuit blown
floating past the view screen
when I know we retrieved her from orbit yesterday

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond

“She came to see me” was first published in the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Associations print journal Star*Line 40.4:

  http://www.sfpoetry.com/sl/issues/starline40.4.html

Today is Science and SF Monday — A poem each week which either has a science theme or is Science Fiction…..