Re-starting my Monday watercolours…….
This is a traditional Azorean whaling boat, which I saw sailing in a regatta at Horta Sea Week in 2015.
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Flying
Flying over cities is glorious
London’s furnace reaching for the sky
The nested curving of Amsterdam canals
England on Guy Fawkes Night
Firework chrysanthemums blooming upwards
Colouring the belly of the plane
Shimmering ice dazzling in the cockpit
So many planes alongside
Taking the polar route
Diverting around a war zone
Noting shell bursts far to portside
Glamorously frightening
Heading out across the Atlantic
Passing over container shipping
Waiting for Azorean volcanoes on the horizon
The miracle of heavy flight
Watching Jumbos lumber into the air
Carrying hopes and dreams
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Crater Lake
Serene violence shimmering blue
Poised to tip when next shaken
To plunder life and homes
Wreak havoc to the ocean shore
Way below
Crowds linger gazing on your beauty
Some may realise your threat
Photos clicked, memories stored
Another moment before disaster recorded
We move on
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Voting for poem of the month
My poem Broken Cable has been shortlisted for Ink, Sweat and Tears Poem of the month for March 2017! Public voting is at https://www.surveymonkey.co.uk/r/7V5XFKP
Voting will close at 9pm on Thursday 13th April. The shortlist is at http://www.inksweatandtears.co.uk/pages/?cat=72
I’m going to be cheeky and ask that you vote for my poem. Here it is once more:
Broken cable
In the middle of the bright Atlantic
Floating on the swell between island volcanoes
Looking past reflective surface tension
To silvered gas bubbles beneath catching the light
And across the issuing rift
A long snake of data cable
Broken sheared twisted.
As the gas breaks the surface
We hear voices
Blogs bubbling to the top
Instructions to buy or sell
A thousand tiny voices
Sparkling in the sunshine
Several parrot fish swim by
Next day when snorkelling
I fancy I hear fish blogging
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Floating
Floating
The taut freedom of my swimming costume
The choppy ocean swell
I share the water with fishes and rays
Floating on the reflection of the sun drenched sky
The water embraces me, the breeze strokes
I float in a bath of sunlight
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Broken Cable on Ink, Sweat and Tears
The wonderful Helen Ivory has published one of my poems on Ink, Sweat and Tears.
Its called Broken Cable:
Lava Tunnel
Lava Tunnel
In a simple field, no different from any other
Is a clump of small trees with a dark secret
Amongst their roots, we tiptoe down a rocky slope
Into blackness.
Torchlight reveals a dry tunnel, strange shelf on the walls
Chattering, we walk until daylight is extinguished by distance
We stop, simmer to quietude, and turn off the torches
Into silence
Liquid rock once ran where we now stand in black silence
The rock around us the scum that floated on that river
The apocalypse that created our tunnel has disappeared
Into history
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Once more, re-blogged from last year…
Snorkel
Snorkel
In the bay
A furious scrum of fishes
Contesting over I know not what
Eagle rays glide above
Between islands
Atlantic swell buffets
Dolphins sway and swerve
Deep below me
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Dreaming
Dreaming
Large green leaves lean lushly
Against the cater wall
Palm trees and pines jostles for space
Flowery grasses spotted with inevitable hydrangeas
(Blue invaders of our hearts)
Line the dirt road to the vent and there the carved curving stairs
Our descent into the dreaming volcano begins
Fumes surround us, fill noses and heads
Hades once writhed here
And scents its promise of return
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Magma Cave
Magma Cave
Shards of rock lie silent
As ferns lean toward the sun
Along the sides of the great vent
Cut into a perfect dome above
Sulphur from a tepid celadon lake
fills the air
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
From a visit to Furna do Enxofre, an empty magma chamber in the Azores. empty of magma, not fumes….
…the painting is my own, and one of several of the vent….
