Granite moon
Grey and old
Silent sentinel
Forever cold
Spinning orbit
Spiralling away
Shining ghostlike
At break of day
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Tag Archives: astronomy
Time in the dark
Born not in darkness but in a glory of light
glowing plasma heralding
time to come.
Wrapped in dust, avidly gravitating
acquiring debris, gathering and heating
shaping, moulding
to planetary status.
Time builds further complexities
molecular forms, moving, reproducing
that bloom in awareness
become intelligences
who eventually come to know
that stars are
born not in darkness but in a glory of light.
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Poem published in Eternal Haunted Summer
I’m very happy to tell you that my poem ‘Love of the Gods’ has been published in Eternal Haunted Summer Summer Solstice Issue 2019
The theme for this issue is The Planets and Stars. Please head over and check out a great issue…..
https://eternalhauntedsummer.com/issues/summer-solstice-2019/love-of-the-gods/
Time and the starlet
Deep in space-time, she awakes
throws off her mantle of gas
explodes onto the scene
young, hot
burning high
Accrues fans, slaves in her orbit
flares up occasionally
bloats as her diet changes,
sinks into middle age
ends catastrophically
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Poem: Drenched
I am drenched in stars
spangled with worlds
in nebula spattered night
until bone cold moon
rises high
glints with laughter
sends me scattering
to the safety of shadows
and the long wait for
another dusk.
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
We are Stardust
Orbital telescopes send home images
nebulae, glowing with colour
last remnants of fat, dying, exploded stars
lingering across the night sky
lighted by millennia old catastrophe
They are where the magic happens
atoms forged in burnt out stars
a deathbed bequest that has made us all
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Poem: Nebula
Words cannot encompass this nebulaic magnificence
Glowing dust hides star birth from prying eyes
Stars that dwarf our own mother sun lurk in clouds lit by particle winds
Radiation surges and particle winds sculpt huge gas pillars
Gas that has fed billowing pregnant clouds and grown embryo stars
Glows in colours beyond our eyes capacity to see
This beauty has travelled for almost seven millennia to achieve our orbit
Photons radiating away from the stellar birthing place
Those remaining after absorption and reflection losses are here
Now washing our instruments with glory
Now humbling our eyes with truth
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Inspired by February 5th Picture of the Day: http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap160205.html
Poem: Honeycomb
Turning slowly above us
lie huge mirrors
built of honeycomb geometries
glazed with honey coloured gold.
Peering into deep night, deep time
they spy out the very beginning of all things.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The world within #poem #poetry
We are the body electric
Our cells sense differences
In the electricities around us
We are multitudes
blood containing cells
from parents and children
And yes, children, we are stardust
billions of stars died three times over
to make our atoms
Poetry and wonder
is our very
existence
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Space Within
Considering the expanding universe and ultimate cooling, I pause
remembering photos of star birth amid nebulosity,
nuclear furnaces blossoming.
Telescopes in orbit or secluded in foreign deserts
produce pictures in lights we cannot see
show immensities in glorious un-colours.
In the back garden, I look up, past scudding clouds,
watch coloured pinpricks arrayed over black sky
with occasional satellites twinkling by beneath.
Feeling the breeze, green with trees, redolent with life
thinking of all those things we cannot see
here and all the way up there.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
