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Science and Science Fiction poetry: Green

Green rumbles rambles rolls and ripples
in all its shades and hues
rustles murmurs sways and drifts
floats on and under the waters of both
chill chalk stream and ocean
surfaces the land
spawns and augments tall trees
defines jungles, swamps, farmland
cools and shades, feeds and shelters
sparkled with daisies
strewn with buttercups
cut red with poppy wounds

Green is waste light reflected back from leaves
by the quantum machine of photosynthesis
that powers all life

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

‘Green’ was first published in the Environs issue of Snakeskin:  http://www.snakeskinpoetry.co.uk/snake264.html

Mondays are Science and SF Mondays!

A poem each week which either has a science theme or is Science Fiction….

Science and Science Fiction poetry: The Shape of Rain

I am a rain drop.

Imagine raindrops
you see tears
but clouds do not cry.
Over England they excrete
ice crystals that melt
drop and tumble
balling, falling.
Surface tension
marries colliding drops
yet divorce is common.
Plummeting, flattening
rain discs hit the London pavement
lose their identity
in puddles and pools.

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

The Shape of Rain was first published at  https://fourthandsycamore.wordpress.com/2018/07/05/the-poetry-of-kim-whysall-hammond/

Mondays are Science and SF Mondays! A poem each week which either has a science theme or is Science Fiction…..

Science and Science Fiction poetry: Rocks

Unimaginably ancient, preserving moments in time;
billion year old pebbles from unknown floods
bones fallen into an ancient abyss
ten thousand year old footprints along an English estuary.
Sitting on a rock, you touch time.

Rocks move. They melt and set, erode to dust
and then the dust settles
forms new rock over time almost unimaginable.
This undulating plain formed at great depths
was thrust up to mountainous heights
now lies placid for your walking comfort.

Go find a rock
and travel in time and space.

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Today is Science and SF Monday — A poem each week which either has a science theme or is Science Fiction…..

My Poem ( and response) at the Skeptics Kaddish

David, who blogs over at the Skeptics Kaddish, has an ongoing project called Poetry Partners where bloggers give him one of their poems, and he writes one of his own in response.

My poem, The Poem of your Life, (which is about my now adult youngest son) is published there with Davids response:

(Oh, and David goes by the nom de plume of ben Alexander on his blog)

Biome

We too are worlds
we live with a shimmer of species
our own biome

Fungi, bacteria, in their billions
live on our skin, our hair, and
in our folded writhing gut

Many species of microscopic mites
thrive in the pores of your face
tiny unseen spiders ride us from home to home

The deadly game of predator and prey
plays out across and within you
whether you are awake or sleeping

Kissing a loved one does not just give affection
but transfers life of many different sorts
from your lips to their cheek

Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Weather Forecaster

On the graveyard shift, we chase weather
parse our charts, work the numbers
issue warnings, brief pilots
wait for our relief to turn up
and then that blessed walk outside
into whatever we had been predicting

Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond

For just over one month many years ago, I worked shifts as a Weather Forecaster at Birmingham Airport…..

Telescope

Lurking in a distant corner
That darkly reflective black tube
Of outsize length
Adorned with intricate knobs
And several precise gauges
Alien amongst our bright furnishings

Held tight by many adjustable clamps
It perches on a tall chromed tripod
Close to the door, angled , straining to escape
To collect starlight in its hidden mirrors once again
But now capped and dusty
Ornamental more than used

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

I really need to use my Telescope more often!

 

Rocks

Unimaginably ancient, preserving moments in time;
billion year old pebbles from unknown floods
bones fallen into an ancient abyss
ten thousand year old footprints along an English estuary.
Sitting on a rock, you touch time.

Rocks move. They melt and set, erode to dust
and then the dust settles
forms new rock over time almost unimaginable.
This undulating plain formed at great depths
was thrust up to mountainous heights
now lies placid for your walking comfort.

Go find a rock
and travel in time and space.

Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Orion

Lifting over the horizon comes Orion
stellar giant writ large in the sky
seven winter stars, guiding me on dark nights
heavenly shepard

Rigel, bluebright, ten millions year young
living fast and furious
there at the giants front knee
pushing forward

Great Betelguese smolders
into dying at Orions shoulder
or maybe she’s blown away already
a light six centuries away

Hanging from a three star belt
stars are birthed swaddled in glowing nebulosity
look closely and you see their pinprick natal shine
count them and argue about it

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

The beginning of all understanding

Darkness born from darkness
the beginning of all understanding
            Tao te Ching, John H. McDonald, trans.

 

On an night when all possibilities seem open
when hills and towns and roads
dance and roll in my headlights
I muse on the dance of Higgs Bosons
across seeming emptinesses
matter forming and reforming
in deep space and time
in the most primeval dark

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond