Category Archives: speculative poetry

Fossil (as published in Andromeda Spaceways)

Transfixed by desert heat
we scan the cliff once more
new techniques allow us
to find smaller and smaller variations
display greater detail
and so, next to the dinosaur bones
we found the stone tablet, embossed
and also, carved ever so finely
a flower blossom
so not a counting of prey killed
as found before
debate rages, but preliminary analysis
indicates the planets oldest love poem

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This poem was first published in issue 76 of Andromeda Spaceways Magazine, September 2019.

Thank you Tom and Michelle!

Andromeda spaceways issue 76 cover

Gift

Drifting, helmet blown
lost past Heliopause
accidentally interstellar
no residual heat
bodily remains lost to space

Infinitesimal chance brings a finder
to discover the ice-corpse
to trace biologies, analyse metals

To look out across space
and wonder

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

‘Gift’ was first published by Utopia Science Fiction  in the October 2019 issue:

 https://www.utopiasciencefiction.com/shop

 

Mountains of the Moon

Their high mass tears at
pierces a pale sky
pulls at the high oranges
stealing it for their icy peaks.
As the mother planet rises,
methane snows glint
like golden  crowns.

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

‘Mountains of the Moon’ was first published by the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Associations print journal Star*Line, October 2019

Friday Poem: The Migration of Darkness

The Migration of Darkness 

 Each evening, shortly after sunset,

darkness covers the land.

Having mystified thinkers for millennia,

the mechanism for this occurrence

has now been identified: migration.

Darkness, it has been found, is composed

of an almost infinite number of particles,

which roost and reproduce up north

where they have fewer natural enemies:

Forest fires, lampposts, lasers, blazing sunlight,

torches, candles, lighthouses, limelight, and electricity

are relatively rare in the polar regions.

 by Peter Payack  (Conceptual Anarchist, Science Fiction Poet, Sky Artist and Inventor of The Stonehenge Watch™ )

(Please note, the full poem is at http://peterpayack.info/id4.html)

Lights : A Speculative poem

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

Gripping the gun with amateurs nerves,
I reach for Eva’s hand
and we hold our breath while
a child cries fitfully in the house.
We all have broken sleep in these remaining days.
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,
and 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

 

My poem ‘The Calling Sky’ is in Utopia Science Fiction April issue

My poem “Calling Sky” has been published and is available in the April issue of Utopia Science Fiction online – https://www.utopiasciencefiction.com/shop.

Thank you to the editor Tristan Evarts  for publishing this poem which is very special to me…..

Brief bloom

We are a brief bloom
On the fragile skin
Of a molten body
Encircling a massive furnace

We are a blossoming of sentience
With encrusted technologies
Craving wonder, hoping for company
Seeking knowledge and excitement

We truly are stardust
Our bodies built from atoms
Forged in successive stellar explosions
We crave the glories of the Universe

We are Human

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Love of the gods

To love a god was dangerous
although it was really
according to many stories
the great god pursuing you.
Surely an sensible girl
knew to run and hide
or was the lure too strong?

Prescient were those that named
the great planets after gods,
for they sit deep within
the interlacings of many satellites
luring other bodies into their scope
bright comets drawn into the gods embrace
destroyed within his mass
by his great and dangerous attraction

And then there are the ring systems
those stunning girdles or garlands
that first we thought were only Saturn’s crown
now our robot voyagers have shown us glorious treasures
each gas giant adorned with a skirl and swirl
of godly skirts
striped and shepherded by tiny moons
sprites joyfully dancing around their deities

Great are the old gods
Lordly their presences
Dark their love
Strong their powers

We are but lichen on a wet rock
a thin complexlayer of life
tumbling falling in an orbital curve

Gravity’s embrace encompasses gods
where tiny robots roam
sent by lichen

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

‘Love of the Gods’ was first published in Eternal Haunted Summer, the Summer Solstice Issue 2019

Glint

Pregnant nebula, embryo stars,
ragged incandescences torn apart
as plasma  bursts from stellar birth.
Deep within amid writhing gas
a glint, metallic gleam,
foreign shapes moving to gravity’s dance,
hulls laced in ancient disaster.
Who, what and why
lost to space-time.
Those who died here
infinitesimally disassociating
stripping to molecular debris
amino acids seeding new planetary nebulae.

Rebirthed on a moon near you.

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

‘Glint’ was first published in Trouble Among the Stars Issue 3