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Broken Cable

Azores, beauty, Data Networks, poem, Poetry, , , , , , , ,

In the middle of the bright Atlantic
Floating on the swell between island volcanoes
Beneath reflective surface tension
Silvered gas bubbles catch 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 © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This poem was first  published by the wonderful Helen Ivory on Ink, Sweat and Tears:  http://www.inksweatandtears.co.uk/pages/?p=12491

Pico

Azores, beauty, nature, poem, Poetry, , , , , , ,

Dawn breaks the sky
raw light floods island & ocean
All birdsong ceases for just the moment
when day is painted over night
colour returns to us
a breeze slowly lifts
the sun soars, reaching for this speck of land
in ocean immensity
 
Pico, veiled in high cloud
crenulated by sister cones
looms soft purple & charcoal across the strait
diva of the skies, demanding attention
holding the gaze
stately hot tempered grand dame
always beautiful, subtly threatening

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Another poem about the Azores, I must return soon……

Friday poem: The Old Ships

Friday Poem, , , ,

I have seen old ships sail like swans asleep
Beyond the village which men call Tyre,
With leaden age o’ercargoed, dipping deep
For Famagusta and the hidden sun
That rings black Cyprus with a lake of fire;
And all those ships were certainly so old
Who knows how oft with squat and noisy gun,
Questing brown slaves or Syrian oranges,
The pirate Genoese
Hell-raked them till they rolled
Blood, water, fruit and corpses up the hold.
But now through friendly seas they softly run,
Painted the mid-sea blue or shore-sea green,
Still patterned with the vine and grapes in gold.

But I have seen,
Pointing her shapely shadows from the dawn
And image tumbed on a rose-swept bay,
A drowsy ship of some yet older day;
And, wonder’s breath indrawn,
Thought I – who knows – who knows – but in that same (Fished up beyond Aeaea, patched up new –
Stern painted brighter blue -)
That talkative, bald-headed seaman came
(Twelve patient comrades sweating at the oar)
From Troy’s doom-crimson shore,
And with great lies about his wooden horse
Set the crew laughing, and forgot his course.

It was so old a ship – who knows, who knows? –
And yet so beautiful, I watched in vain
To see the mast burst open with a rose,
And the whole deck put on its leaves again.

by James Elroy Flecker (1884 -1915)

Sun Queen

astronomy, beauty, poem, Poetry, , ,

Our Lady the Sun
source of heat and fuel for life
beautiful at the horizon
painting clouds and sky

We bask and burn in her glory
as she sits supreme at system centre
girdled by planets, visited by stray comets
Regally burning

Interior electrons impede her light
render her glowing orb opaque
not that you can see this
it would burn your eyes out

Copyright © 2015 Kim Whysall-Hammond

We have made a Palace

poem, Poetry, , , ,

We have made a palace just for you and I
Of all our days loving under an overarching sky.
Where we stop to see a hare leap and take our joint delight
in bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond


 This little poem was inspired by I Will Make You Brooches by Robert Louis Stevenson

For Earthweal https://earthweal.com/2022/01/28/earthweal-open-link-weekend-103/