I have another published poem! Thank you to Tristran Moss for including my poem ‘Green’ in the Environs issue of Snakeskin:

I have another published poem! Thank you to Tristran Moss for including my poem ‘Green’ in the Environs issue of Snakeskin:
Waves throw up on the shore
remnants of ocean lives
tangles of plastic
debris from both sides
of a blurring boundary.
Revealing hints of the diversity underneath
and of the death we impose.
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Two fields over, Rooks argue
a raucous parley that
goes on and on and on
while other birds sing prettily
Here in the meadow we have knelt
as if worshipping
to peer at tiny pink blooms
wobbling on a frail stem
On the way home
we walk a green lane
lambs call behind a hawthorn hedge
a ewe responds, deep voiced
Pretty bird song
clamorous rooks, bountiful sheep
tremulous flower
Are all remnants
Of a greater whole
Nature worn ragged
Broken
By our actions
Or inactions
And I feel the need to
kneel once more
in supplication
and in fear
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Not the sun itself
but phantom stars in the day.
Mother star’s puppies, mock suns,
illusions as the Sun plays
with high soaring crystals of ice,
they light the horizon.
So illusions of celebrity brighten myriad lives,
but only on the margins.
Sun dogs all.
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
We are a brief bloom
On the fragile skin
Of a molten body
Encircling a massive furnace
We are a blossoming of sentience
With encrusted technologies
Craving wonder, hoping for company
Seeking knowledge and excitement
We truly are stardust
Our bodies built from atoms
Forged in successive stellar explosions
We crave the glories of the Universe
We are Human
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Re-blogged from last year
If every man is an island and each woman too,
what of rising tides and the oncoming sea?
Icebergs drop into frigid waters releasing their fresh water load
corals bleach and die, damaging encircling protective reefs
plastics pervade our ocean to clog, choke and kill.
A tsunami of ill news, a tempest of emotions.
The tide is coming in,
where is your causeway?
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond