Tag Archives: Science Fiction Poetry

Midsummer White

The ancient one, birthed in another age
beak mouthed, strangely skeletal
peels away from her verdant slope
stutters stonily on tiny hooves
shakes dust from ethereal flanks
nuzzles her impalpable foal

She who once pulled the chariot of the Sun
wakes on this eve of dreams
gallops over hill and vale
bone stone cold creature
looming, outsized, lumpy
she sails over hedgerows
scatters cattle and chickens
sets farm dogs barking
pet dogs to cower

She will break over you like an ocean wave
roll you over and under in your midsummer dreaming
refreshing or drowning, you make your choice, take your chance

Rosy fingered dawn will return her
stiffening to the high slopes
she settles creaking into green
back to the land

For now

Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond

If you stand in the valley near the village of Uffington in Oxfordshire and look up at the high curve of chalk grassland above, you can see an enormous white, abstract stick figure horse cut into the grass. She has a sweeping body, a round eye set in a square head, a beak. and an invisible foal (you’ll have to trust me on that last one).

This is the Uffington White Horse, a 3,000-year-old pictogram visible from 20 miles away.

Once every hundred years the Uffington horse gallops across the sky to be reshod by Wayland in his smithy, just along the Ridgeway track. This is said to have last happened in around 1920. Maybe Wayland waits for her tonight……

This poem was written for the Earthweal Weekly Challenge.

My poem ‘She Lingers’ has been published

I’m very pleased to tell you that I have another poem published!

My poem ‘She Lingers’ has been published in the summer 2021 poetry issue of American Diversity Report

Thank you to John C. Mannone for taking this poem — which was written after a walk on Ham Hill in Berkshire this last January.

Calling Sky

The unspeakable vastness
of the unconquerable dark
speaks to our hearts
where no harbour beckons
no port waits

A calling sky lids our lives
it shields, shelters
imprisons us
gravity the jailer to be overthrown
the well to climb out of
hand over hand

Climbing to where the only sounds are
a popping of particles
into  matter phase

We will not see stars with our own eyes
nor hear the sounds of space
our travelling world
built of systems noise
ventilation hiss and engine thrum
will seep through our lives
even outside
suit noise and visors will hide
the photons trip

Yet unspeakable vastness
and unconquerable dark
will sink deep into our subconscious
refashioning our very selves
varying what is human

Will we wish to sink once more
into the trap of gravity
or shall we run with the particle streams
out into the dark?

Copyright © 2020 Kim Whysall-Hammond

‘Calling Sky’ was first published by Utopia Science Fiction  in the April 2020 issue.

Calling Sky up at Utopia Science Fiction

My speculative poem, “Calling Sky”, having been previously published in the April 2020 edition of Utopia Science Fiction, is now up at their website at

https://www.utopiasciencefiction.com/calling-sky

I do encourage you to go over to the site, they have a lot of good poetry and short stories available to read for free. After which, you may wish to subscribe to this excellent magazine…. ;)

Poems in Marble poetry and in Frozen Wavelets

I’m delighted to tell you that I have two poems published.

My poem ‘Remembrance’ has today been published in Frozen Wavelets Issue 5 . You can read it online at:

https://frozenwavelets.com/

Also, my Poem ‘Weaver’ has been published in Issue 8 of Marble Poetry https://www.marblepoetry.com/product/issue-8/ :

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