Duvet deep, traitor mind fishing worries
What if, why, random fears and wretchedness
Ghosts of the day parade
Surf past on a sickening tide, clasp at my heart
Until your warm arms exorcise
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
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Desert sky
Driving in a roast red desert
Headlights staring into primeval dark
The untrammeled sky glorious
Above us a bridge of stars
Rivering between rocky horizons
At once near and so very far
Cricking my neck to see
I bounced around the back of the open jeep
Absorbing, amid the shudders, splendor
Star birth and death, worlds hidden by distance
Great glowing nebulae
Fat in the centre, a devouring black hole
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Sleep takes you
Sleep takes you
Sleep takes you and whirls you around,
Swirling you along over the ground.
Then the ground looms and you veer away, desperately climbing up towards day.
Head over heels you tumble and fall,
Speeding down like a plane caught in a stall.
Loud ringing sounds out and you wake with a start,
Lying in bed with a hammering heart.
Copyright © 2015 Kim Whysall-Hammond
….re-blogged from 2015….
Evening Star
As I walked to the car
I looked up and there you were
As I drove home
You hung above the road
Guiding me
Like a Wise Man
Or rather
A foolish poet
Who has fallen in love
With the evening star
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Heart and soul
Heart and soul
Something seems to have punched holes in the sky
Ringed with burning hydrogen, glowing against the dark
So we can peer through to blues, brighter stars
A sparkling alternate perhaps
Where life is sweet, death is no robber
All is bathed in glorious light
But look again, these apparent peep-holes
Are no miniatures, they are huge
Light takes hundreds of years to cross them
And millennia to arrive here with this picture
Celestial chrysanthemums colouring the sky
Tempting me to fantasy
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Exmoor Evening
Exmoor Evening
Bone cold moon lifts over a sheep fold
Lights fleeces
Illuminates walkers breasting the darkening hill
Who pause to watch the suns display
As its fire sinks behind Dunkery Beacon
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In the caverns of the night
In the caverns of the night
In the caverns of the night
My mind wanders
The dark appears littered with fears
Haunted by worries
Across the sea of unslept sleep
A loving embrace enfolds
Lulled, I drift into soft downy slumber
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
