Ocean of Storms

No storm ever played across your surface
No rain ever fell
Dust lays where water would otherwise
No fish here can dwell
Misnamed lunar ‘ocean’
That two men have bounced around
The child of massive impact
Lava flooded ground

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

 

Re-blogged from 2016

Global

She flies in to a land below the sluice gates
under leaden  wintry skies
braving bone chilling, joint stiffening cold
to regain a lover and husband,
surprising family and friends
with a festive presence.
He cossets her adoringly
treasuring the time they are together
sharing memories of a hot Penang wedding  a world away
that celebrated a fealty lasting across oceans and years.
Tenderness and  connubiality,
happiness built on avocations and contrasts.
Cherishing time together with all those they love
partaking companionably
endearing us all to them.
Soon, she will travel back
to the other side of the planet
to summer heat and extended family
that now stretches globally
to a tall Dutchman.

 

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

For Nesa Sivagnanam, who passed away on the 7th of March  — and for Edgar Held, that tall Dutchman, now alone.

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

Friday Poem: Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

by Percy Bysshe Shelley – 1792-1822

The Legendary Warriors of Benin: The Dahomey Amazons

Ok, this isn’t poetry, but it’s a briliant bit of History from Ally:

Hark Around the Greats

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From daughters to soldiers, from wives to weapons, the Dahomey Amazons remain the only known frontline female troops in the history of modern warfare. At their height, they made up around a third of the entire Dahomey army, more than 6,000 strong. Every single person who encountered them agreed, however, that they were vastly superior to the male soldiers in effectiveness and bravery. They were a sub-Saharan band of female warriors who terrified the world. All colonisers from Europe were warned about them. They would show you NO mercy. Fighting on the bloodiest battlefields of history, this all female army would emerge as one of history’s most elite fighting forces. They were almost untouchable. Sworn in as virgins, their preferred method of kill? Swift decapitation. It was one of their many brutal trademarks. Today, very few have heard of them, but in times gone by, few armies…

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