Tag Archives: Holidays



The taut freedom of my swimming costume
The choppy ocean swell
I share the water with fishes and rays
Floating on the reflection of the sun drenched sky
The water embraces me, the breeze strokes
I float in a bath of sunlight

Copyright © 2017  Kim Whysall-Hammond


Robin in the fig tree

Robin in the fig tree

What are the words?
Bright, cheery red, bob-bob-bobbing?
My Robin has read Ted Hughes
He pulls worms fighting from the stiff soil
Terrorises chickens, birds a hundred times his size
Fights to the death for territory
He is now lurking in our small unproductive Fig tree
That leans awkwardly out of a fake ceramic tub
The pigeons by the pond look uneasy

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond