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in which we breathe

I’d like to share this environmental poem from meadowpatch…

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the smoke in which we breathe

the haze in which we gaze

the daze to which we woke

 

this grey polluted day

hangs heavy with pause

wind gusts toss ash dust

 

almost too late

 

 

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Summer

Heart broken she withdraws
as every winter
into dark soil
lets warmth seep from all

The promise of the stars nightly turning
the sinking and turning of constellations
the track of planets wandering  across the sky
says that she will return

Time past she was encouraged
by midwinter fires
now we trust to orbital mechanics

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Wondrous

Angels and salamanders
glow softly behind my eyes
riot through my thoughts
gambol in the rainforest canopy
of my verdant soul

They play with my
sharded scattered dreams
yet scare away all nightmares
so salamanders can be
angels after all

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Most people prefer angels to salamanders as symbols of the inspirational, although one is surely as wondrous as the other.”  Margaret Atwood

 

And somehow the ocean

Sun glints pierce my eyes
as we hit another wave
rise
slide into the trough
the apogee
our horizon is limitless
oceanic expanse
seemingly bereft of life
the unharvestable blue
then the cackle of dolphins
arrests our attention
away from the discipline of waves

Snub noses pierce the surface
laughing beeps beckon
closeby
then further into the swell
we hesitate and a challenge is issued
repeatedly
until we speed up and run alongside
then within
an enormous crowd
of joyous fellows

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Magma Cave

Shards of rock lie  silent
as ferns lean toward the sun
along the sides of the great vent
cut into a perfect dome above
sulphur from a tepid celadon lake
fills the air

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

From a visit to Furna do Enxofre, an empty magma chamber on Graciosa island in the Azores. Empty of magma, not fumes….

…the painting is my own, and one of several of the vent….