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Poem ‘Ground Glass Opacity’ in the latest issue of Amsterdam Quarterly

I’m delighted to tell you that my poem ‘Ground Glass Opacity’ in the latest issue of the Amsterdam Quarterly.

https://www.amsterdamquarterly.nl/

https://www.amsterdamquarterly.nl/aq_issues/aq30-pandemic/

Thank you to Bryan Monte for taking this poem!

Dead of Winter

I have two poems (Lilbourne and Summer Queen) in this great Anthology from Milk and Cake Press. It examines the dark, the supernatural, and the uncanny of a long, cold winter. As we move from the depths of winter toward spring, and from pandemic isolation to a more normal life, these poems may be the perfect companion. Please buy a copy now!

Lilbourne is a poem about ghosts who linger in and near Milton Lilbourne in Wiltshire, while

Summer Queen retells Rumpelstiltskin in a prehistoric setting.

Foundlings

Here in a new box, old coins
we spill them onto the carpet
and small fingers pick out treasures.
A farthing, worn smooth
once the price of a meal
Indian rupees, Iraqi drachma
souvenirs of imperial service
I think of my Grampee
young and splendid in uniform.
My sons make pirate cries.

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

‘Foundlings’ was first published by Allegro in the September 2020 issue: https://www.allegropoetry.org/p/issue-25-september-2020.html

The poems referenced in my poem “In Another Poem”are…….

So, as promised, the poems referenced in my poem “In Another Poem” are:

How did you meet your wife by Richard Jones

We real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Sun Rising by John Donne

Invisible Kisses by Lemn Sissay

I wandered lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth

If you want to read the original post here it is:

https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/2021/01/13/in-another-poem/

In another poem

In another poem, I swim the English Channel
Meet my love halfway across

In another poem, I play pool
Miss school, am a fool

In another poem, an unruly sun
Pokes through my curtains

In another poem, I wear a necklace
Of visible kisses

In another poem, I wander hillwards
But not that lonely

This is not that poem

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

‘In another poem’ was published by Lamplit Underground in their Issue 4 (Monsters) September 2020: https://www.lamplitunderground.com/read

Each couplet references a poem I had read the week I wrote this poem. Can you work out which poems? I admit, the first one will be tricky…….but the last one should be easy-peasy!

Seasonal


Sunlight jags across bare branches
casts long shadows over ridge and furrow
gives no favour aloof in winterbright sky
rabbits mourn the loss of grasses
russet brown of a red kite hunts above
chill wind cuts my coat
lazily going through not round

Pale primrose lies low
bold daffodils stand to attention
and the budding begins
sticky tree buds emerging from wood
reddish, shading to luminous green
all wait, as do I
with baited breath
for the right moment
the burst of Spring

Drowsy summer, warm and humid
brash coral flowerspikes
lean out of hedgerows
where bees amble and drone
in a bustling household I am idle
not gardening, not busy
sitting making plans to waste more time

Autumn leaves litter roads red and orange
the long slide into the cold begins again
advent madness beckons
like a siren calling us onto the rocks
of family festivities, hidden lonelinesses, retail greed and envy
soon rooftops will grow neon reindeer
all too soon it will be Christmas

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This poem was first published by North of Oxford 15th June 2020: https://northofoxford.wordpress.com/2020/06/14/two-poems-by-kim-whysall-hammond/

Front doors

I met so many people
painting our first front door
but it wasn’t just painting
it never is.
First chipping away rotten wood
and then an artful working of filler
to recreate the simple mouldings
a grey undercoat that smooths
before, finally
a loving coat of shiny navy blue.

It took all of a long day
on a very busy street
first the postman gave advice
then the guy delivering newspapers
to the shop three doors away
commented on how few women
paint front doors
our roofer stopped to say hello
and discuss the precarious roof
a new neighbour introduced themselves
complimented my work
offered friendship
finally my parents arrived
unexpectedly
and made tea.

I remember this, as I hide behind
another front door in another house.
We wipe its UPVC surface with alcohol
to remove virus, and
don’t touch the mail until it’s a day old
no live virus on it then.
This front door isn’t elderly wood
but hidden steel within shiny white
when we lock it, nine bolts
shoot from its interior
into the strengthened frame.
In its centre a double glazed
stained glass window
made from a drawing of mine
a Red Kite wheeling in sky
looking for the windpath
my bird of prey guarding me.

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This poem was first published by Silver Birch Press:

https://silverbirchpress.wordpress.com/2020/04/06/front-doors-by-kim-whysall-hammond-my-front-door-series/

it was also published in‘Can you hear the people sing?‘ an anthology from Palewell Press, published November 2020:  https://palewellpress.co.uk/#People-Sing