Tag Archives: Earthweal

High on the Downs

Long grasses sift the evening wind
scent it with pollens
stars prickle through high cloud

somewhere, Skylark still sings
finishing the day shift
elsewhere, Owl calls
announcing night

dusk empties the land
of humanity
all close together
in their dim shelters

here on the ridge
Hare comes close
closer
black tipped ears erect

we return her stare
for what seems
forever

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Written for this weeks  earthweal weekly challenge: SPIRITS OF PLACE

Tricksters all……

We laugh at the moon
cry to the stars
snuggle in our dens
try to roam free

True to the coyote within

Sang this world into being
loving, tricking
playing, living
will howl at its end

True to the coyote within

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Written in response to this weeks EarthWeal Challenge, where we are asked to ‘write an animal poem, ensouled with the animal body in your animal mind. You can embrace the extra-human wherever it is found, in beast, fish, tree, land- or seascape or star canopy.’

As often happens with my poetry, I went at this a bit slant. In my childhhod I read many tales that originated from the myths of the Indigenous peoples of the Americas — tales where Coyote helped sing the world into existence, where he made sure that humans were modelled after his mercurial trickster spirit.

We are all coyotes, tricking and loving our way through the world, to its end……..

The future calls

We must wake, as bears deep in dank caves
rise from hibernation into the light

Swap our screens constant siren call
for the green that cools, shelters and provides

Emerge from a long winter of the soul
where we have craved instant dopamine rewards

Examine the wounds of inequity
speak with true respect, act compassionately

Rewild ourselves along with the land
reject small shuffling lives

Find wonder and delight in our world
Unleash our true creativity, make and think

Put time, hearts, money into the future
before she burns away


Plant our imaginations in the Earth
root our fancies in science

Consider the dance of twisting chemical bonds
how seasalt makes clouds reflect heat into Space

We can grow featherweight turbine blades
using CO2 captured from the air

Make wearable solar panels
nurture plants, insects, animals

Create wonders and delight
to cool a warming world

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This poem has been written in response to this weeks prompt over at Earthweal.

As part of the COP26 Conference in Glasgow last year, Ingrid applied to host a Community Assembly on the climate and ecological crisis – as part of the overall Global Assembly.

The aim of the Global Assembly is to support citizens from around the world to learn about and discuss the climate and ecological crisis and to provide guiding principles for climate action to world leaders.

We are all invited to contribute. So come join us!

The question we have been asked to deliberate by the Global Assembly is this:  “How can humanity address the climate and ecological crisis in a fair and effective way?”

This poem is my small answer….

Please join in! Post a response to Ingrid’s question on your blog and put the link up at Mr Linky . More details over at Earthweal.

Crossing the park, 11am Monday

Scattered folds of night
litter bright mown grasses
spring up into the air
startled, flapping
at our arrival

We watch them wheel and
turn above us
spot a Red Kite floating high
turn again, caw to each other
settle under advantageous trees

Kite eats carrion not crow

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond

For this week’s earthweal challenge, we are asked to “write of WILD MIND. How does green fire take root in the thought of our poems?”

I am offering up a little vignette of parkife here in my small town. After a morning of Internet research for a local project, I took a walk, and was lifted by my local birds.

Winter Reveals 2

Trees stark against the sky
show signs of hard pruning
or scars of storm damage

Sunlight shafts through leafless woods
reveals which wild seeded
and which are straight lined planting

The artificial brightnesses of our Decembers
do not touch this hard solitude
as we all wait for the future

Copyright © 2021  Kim Whysall-Hammond

This is a reworking of a poem I wrote (and blogged) in 2017. I was never sure of the ending, and I like this version better.

I was inspired to go back to this poem by the weekly prompt at Earthweal, which is all about Nadirs and Zeniths.

Dancing with shadows

Any attempt to pin down
this exact moment, that exact image
exactly what I feel and need to say
needs words that are not born yet,
metaphors for minds not yet formed,
such is exactitude.
Yet that is what poets attempt to do.
We stand at the edge of the crowd,
listening to the music
hearing the echoes of other times and places,
and ask a shadow to dance.

Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond

For this weeks Earthweal Challenge on the nature of poetry

And the budding begins

And the budding begins
sticky tree buds emerge
from bare wood

Reddish at first
shading to luminous green
a promise

Nature now waits
as do I, with baited breath
for the right moment

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This is a rewrite of an earlier poem, Study in Green, re-visited for Sarahs challenge about seasonal changes over at EarthWeal