Tag Archives: Dverse

Rabbits

Walking the Ridgeway track
in a dripping autumn
rabbits scatter away
lollop towards the grassy mound
of Waylands Smithy
an ancient tomb
haunted by a Norse godsmith
here in troubled England
but I have no horse to shoe today

Simply rabbits to shoo away

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This poem was written in response to the Quadrille (44 word poem) prompt over at dverse.

A greedy heart dives into a dream

love
is a wild thing caught in a trap

trust
a glass bridge between us

Title from Alicia Ostriker

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This week’s Meeting the Bar at the dVerse Poets Pub is all about marraige and couplets. The form I have chosen is the côte, a poem of uneven couplets attributed to John Schroeder, in which line 1 is a single imperative verb and line 2 is a glossing or expansion of line 1.

Upon the hills

I love to walk upon the hills
to be with Natures blooms and spills
she welcomes me to her breast
to feed, to love and to rest
birds on high, and paths that wind
are balm to a troubled mind
I love to walk upon the hills
to be with natures blooms and spills

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This poem is in the form of a octelle, a new poetry form explained over at Dverse.

England July 2022

Humid air, popped with energy
soaks empty sky where
clouds breed like
virus in a host
then
darken, roil, and
infect the evening
with thunder

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This poem was inspired by the quote from Breakfast at Tiffanys : “It’s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes.”

It was compsed and posted ii response to a prompt over at Dverse.

What I cannot eat

Deep brown sozzled cakes full with raisins, sultanas and rum
crisp toast with lashings of salted creamy yellow butter
hot roast homegrown potatoes that sizzle and sing
white fish huge with crisp golden batter
chips soft and bendy with fat
tempura

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Over at d’Verse, Misky has asked us to write a poem about food. I’m on a low carb diet, heading for Diabetes remission. This little poem is an ode to those foods I can no longer eat, as I steadily reduce…….

The bells, the bells….

Church bells have many voices
joyous peals clamour across Saturday weddings
bellow for Sunday attendance
toll sonorous to the dead
but at Wednesday evening practice
the tonal song and dance differs
depends who is pulling the rope
sometimes tempestuous
sometimes a quivering drone
other times the bells
(and the seething listener)
may beseech release
from an idiot beginner

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Today,  dVerse asks us to celebrate thesaurus day and write a poem that includes at least one word from each of the categories below:

  • bellow; clink; drone; jingle; quiver;
  • clamour; dissonant; rip-roaring; tempestuous; vociferous;
  • dulcet; honeyed; poetic; sonorous; tonal;
  • blabber; cackle; dribble; gurgle; seethe;
  • beseech; chant; drawl; embellish; intone

Love in the time of Covid

We are now back from staying with close friends (for the first time in 2 years) and our youngest son is self isolating in his room due to the large News Year party he went to in our absence. Both our sons are scared of giving me Covid, in case I get complications.

love has many facets
sometimes it is
simply hiding away

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This combination of prose and verse is a Haibun, posted here for Dverse

Starlorn in the Aftergloom

Adrift on infectious tides
wandering and wondering
we are in craxis

No action should be aimless now
but if only they could be
and we were free again

Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This poem was written in response to a prompt at Dverse, where we are challenged to write poetry using one or more of ten words selected from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, by John Koenig.  

I have used three:

Starlorn: a sense of loneliness looking up at the night sky, feeling like a castaway in the middle of the ocean, whose currents are steadily carrying off all other castaways.

Aftergloom: the pang of loneliness you feel the day after an intensely social event, as the glow of voices and laughter fades into a somber quiet.

Craxis: the unease of knowing how quickly your circumstances could change on you- that no matter how carefully you shape your life into what you want it to be, the whole thing could be overturned in an instant.

Loom Weight

A loom weight lost these many millennia
sits proud on heavy soil
held in my hand, it speaks of loving toil
the spinning of fabric
to clothe a family
and a connection is made
she spoke ancient Greek
a colonist deep in Sicily’s heartland
I stroke the fingerprint left in once moist clay
and say Hello

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond

For Dverse

This loom weight was fund in Western Sicily, whilst I was working on an archeological survey many many years ago. It came home with me and I still look at her fingerprint and say hello……