Tag Archives: Science Fiction Poetry

Mountains of the Moon

Their high mass tears at
pierces a pale sky
pulls at the high oranges
stealing it for their icy peaks.
As the mother planet rises,
methane snows glint
like golden  crowns.

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

‘Mountains of the Moon’ was first published by the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Associations print journal Star*Line, October 2019

Friday Poem: The Migration of Darkness

The Migration of Darkness 

 Each evening, shortly after sunset,

darkness covers the land.

Having mystified thinkers for millennia,

the mechanism for this occurrence

has now been identified: migration.

Darkness, it has been found, is composed

of an almost infinite number of particles,

which roost and reproduce up north

where they have fewer natural enemies:

Forest fires, lampposts, lasers, blazing sunlight,

torches, candles, lighthouses, limelight, and electricity

are relatively rare in the polar regions.

 by Peter Payack  (Conceptual Anarchist, Science Fiction Poet, Sky Artist and Inventor of The Stonehenge Watch™ )

(Please note, the full poem is at http://peterpayack.info/id4.html)

Lights : A Speculative poem

Moonlight feathers treetops
reveals hill slopes, shadows gullies
sketches out my beautiful Exmoor.
Lone headlights angle skywards on the west horizon
twisting along the high road.
I watch at the window on this cold night
as the car winds along towards us
praying
(to however may
or may not be listening)
that traitor Moon
will not glint on my rifle barrel.

Gripping the gun with amateurs nerves,
I reach for Eva’s hand
and we hold our breath while
a child cries fitfully in the house.
We all have broken sleep in these remaining days.
We eke out, stand watch, wait.
For what? For a quiet death perhaps.
But in the day we want very much to live
so we tend straggling sheep, shoot rabbit,
go on.

Fear clutches my gut as the car turns past empty houses
and down along our valley road,
and a form of relief washes us as it continues on
following the river to richer pickings in the southern towns.
I move my baby  to feed at my other breast
and mourn the futures stolen from her,
the violence awaiting.

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

‘Lights’ was first published in The Future Fire: http://press.futurefire.net/2019/05/new-issue-201949.html

 

My poem ‘The Calling Sky’ is in Utopia Science Fiction April issue

My poem “Calling Sky” has been published and is available in the April issue of Utopia Science Fiction online – https://www.utopiasciencefiction.com/shop.

Thank you to the editor Tristan Evarts  for publishing this poem which is very special to me…..

Glint

Pregnant nebula, embryo stars,
ragged incandescences torn apart
as plasma  bursts from stellar birth.
Deep within amid writhing gas
a glint, metallic gleam,
foreign shapes moving to gravity’s dance,
hulls laced in ancient disaster.
Who, what and why
lost to space-time.
Those who died here
infinitesimally disassociating
stripping to molecular debris
amino acids seeding new planetary nebulae.

Rebirthed on a moon near you.

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

‘Glint’ was first published in Trouble Among the Stars Issue 3

Rain on the Roof

He sleeps on while I awake
to hear rain on the roof
lie snug listening to a
long familiar sound
pattering, gathering strength
and force until
it pounds
and the roof resounds.

Gasping with sudden
shattering realisation
I grab for the breathers,
the suits,
scream for the children.
It does not rain
here on Mars.

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

This poem was published as ‘Rain’  Star*Line Volume 42, Issue 2 –the in-house print  journal of the Science Fiction Poetry Association.

http://sfpoetry.com/sl/issues/starline42.2.html

My poem ‘Gift ‘ has been published by Utopia Science Fiction Magazine

I’m delighted to tell you that my poem  ‘Gift ‘ has been published by Utopia Science Fiction Magazine and is available in the October Issue online – https://www.utopiasciencefiction.com/shop

Many thanks to the editor, Tristan Evarts

We are the Robots

Wetware software hardware
how hard do we have to be?
Programmed by the stochastic chatter of evolution
form fitting function,
almost.

Self replicating semi-autonomous robots.
purposed by deoxyribonucleic acid,
the software exists to
protect itself
not us.

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond