To my great delight, my poem Graveyard Shift (based on stories told me by my dear friend Nesa) is now up at The Insignia Series:
She flies in to a land below the sluice gates
under leaden wintry skies
braving bone chilling, joint stiffening cold
to regain a lover and husband,
surprising family and friends
with a festive presence.
He cossets her adoringly
treasuring the time they are together
sharing memories of a hot Penang wedding a world away
that celebrated a fealty lasting across oceans and years.
Tenderness and connubiality,
happiness built on avocations and contrasts.
Cherishing time together with all those they love
endearing us all to them.
Soon, she will travel back
to the other side of the planet
to summer heat and extended family
that now stretches globally
to a tall Dutchman.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
For Nesa and Edgar
In old Malay, draped in forest, lies heat swamped George Town
Where abandoned colonial mansions rot in new technological haze
Forsaken, cracked, diminished, atrophied
Yet evening jazz drifts from broken windows, lights flicker, shadows dance
New tenants, just for the graveyard shift
Old hotel, four square and white, now has modern facilities, pools, spa
The private beach, golden, secluded, is a long walk but a short drive
Courtesy coaches ply the mountain road past decaying tombs
Extra guests take the last ride of the day, leaving the driver fevered
New passengers, starting the graveyard shift
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
….retold from anecdotes told to me by Nesa………. thank you……….