With eyes that cannot meet mine
you appear meek, yet she
who breathed life in you
was out for the kill
I am stuck
frigid as you
held by your
harsh metallic
lines and wrinkles
pegged down
suspended
stopped
Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond
This poem was in response to the artwork below. It was written for the Rattle Ekphrastic Challenge last December. The current Challenge can be found here.
Merry Christmas one and all…..
Art and philosophy
Elegant, sparse, fluid
With singular precision
Product of a moment
Product of a life’s practice
Product of the ages
Open to all with the time and open focus
Pad left open, pen laid down
Beauty and meaning await
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Clouds herald dawn with flame and gold
escort the sun, clothe mountains
paint landscapes with flying shadows
move in silent and solitary grandeur
or blanket the sky
are torn and hurled by wind and storm
unvaried, cloudless skies stifle and suffocate
clouds are the artists of the sky
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Cleaving through the waves
Slender, fragile
A wooden sailing boat
Races its kindred
In the regatta
Brought back to life and beauty
Restored to some use
But not the original fatal one
Man against beast
Hand launched harpoon
Against the deep diving leviathan
A dreadful trade
Forged in harsh necessity
Killing Whales and men
In this isolated archipelago
As the boat turns into the wind
A bright Orange speeder passes close
Bouncing from wave to wave
Full of tourists
Out to hunt whales
With their cameras
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Deep on the earth, crystals grow…and perhaps Dragons too….
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(shown at Eastercon 2019)
Huginn and Muinn bring information to Odin, here they are flying against the sun:
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
I am both happy and somewhat sad this week. I exhibited several of my paintings at Ytterbium, the 2019 Eastercon — a science fiction convention that was held across the Easter weekend. Amazingly I sold three paintings, which is wonderful, but this means that I will never see my lovely Phoenix again. She’s off to Los Angeles California and this is all I now have of her:
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Here I am at the Eastercon Art Show with my paintings:
The colour of dragons
Depends
Sweet green for new hatchlings
To hide in high grasses
Black and red for an Emperor
Or a burner of crops
Many turn as gold as their treasure
Perhaps part of ageing
What colour a city dragon
Lurking on rooftops?
In Paris, creamy white as the buildings
In Berlin and London
Perhaps a glassy hue
Criss-crossed
In Amsterdam?
Turquoise and purple
With scarlet undertones………
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
I’m at Eastercon (the UK national Science Fiction convention) this weekend, with paintings in the Art Show……..
When a poem dances with your thoughts
Sunlight and shadows mark the walls of your soul
Something echoes within
You change
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
