Moonlight has banished an ocean of stars,
pouring molten silver across the water.
Murmuring waves remember a primal ocean,
write poetry in their foam,
erase the day from a busy beach.
A harsh breeze crashes across treetops
as if breaking on a coral reef
and distant sea-birds call evenings end,
sharp disembodied sentinels of the night.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
As I walked to the car
I looked up and there you were
As I drove home
You hung above the road
Like a Wise Man
A foolish poet
Who has fallen in love
With the evening star
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Bone cold moon lifts over a sheep fold
Illuminates walkers breasting the darkening hill
Who pause to watch the suns display
As its fire sinks behind Dunkery Beacon
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond