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In Rough Waters

Dogger, Fisher, German Bight
on the North Sea in the night
Force Nine gale, rain in sight
praying for the morning light

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond

The poetry of the BBC Shipping forecast, broadcast late each night, has filled my adult life from my university days using telescopes, via night feeding babies to now, when I often can’t sleep until well past midnight.

A typical forecast for several sea areas might be;

“Dogger, Fisher, German Bight. Southeast veering southwest 4 or 5, occasionally 6 later. Thundery showers. Moderate or good, occasionally poor.”

What this is telling us is that the sea areas Dogger, Fisher and German Bight are forecast to experience a SW wind direction blowing Force 4 or 5, sometimes F6 later. ‘Later’ is specifically at at time over 12 hours from the time the forecast was issued.

For those of you wondering what the first line of this poem refers to, here is a map of the sea areas covered by the forecast……

Sharing this poem in the Open link Night over at Dverse!

Autumns New Dance

Let’s dance cry russet leaves
that whirl, spin and flutter
Let’s dance shouts thunder
to his parner the lightning
Let’s dance says the tornado
as she waltzes along
through an unprepared island

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This poem tells of an unexpected tornado this week on the Isle of Wight here in England. It has been written in response to Rebeccas September Poetry Challenge over at :

The tornado can be seen on the BBC:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-hampshire-62819735

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

England July 2022

Humid air, popped with energy
soaks empty sky where
clouds breed like
virus in a host
then
darken, roil, and
infect the evening
with thunder

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This poem was inspired by the quote from Breakfast at Tiffanys : “It’s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes.”

It was compsed and posted ii response to a prompt over at Dverse.

Ferry

Smoky tendrils reach out to sunlit waters
As Baltic sea mist creeps to Helsinki
Coming to market for Cloud berries perhaps
Ferries leave Market Square and slowly disappear
Once at our island destination
(A cold journey with no sights to see)
The jetty is disembodied
Fragmentary in fog
Walking reveals low rocky terrain
Suddenly a sunlit beach
From where we watch
A second larger island slowly appear
On a journey out of the haze

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Weather Forecaster

On the graveyard shift, we chase weather
parse our charts, work the numbers
issue warnings, brief pilots
wait for our relief to turn up
and then that blessed walk outside
into whatever we had been predicting

Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond

For just over one month many years ago, I worked shifts as a Weather Forecaster at Birmingham Airport…..