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Maybe it’s because I’m a Londoner……AGAIN

This isn’t poetry, just me being indulgent on a Sunday night….

I was born in London, went to university in London and still love my home town, even though I will never live there again.

This song always takes me back to living in central London……a great song about hopes, dreams, loneliness.

Maybe it’s because I’m a Londoner……Part four!

This isn’t poetry, just me being indulgent on a Sunday night….repeatedly!

I was born in London, went to university in London and still love my home town, even though I will never live there again.

Here’s Stormzy (one of my favourite fellow Londoners) with, um, Ed Sheeran:

Gift

Drifting, helmet blown
lost past Heliopause
accidentally interstellar
no residual heat
bodily remains lost to space

Infinitesimal chance brings a finder
to discover the ice-corpse
to trace biologies, analyse metals

To look out across space
and wonder

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

‘Gift’ was first published by Utopia Science Fiction  in the October 2019 issue:

 https://www.utopiasciencefiction.com/shop

 

Maybe it’s because I’m a Londoner……

This isn’t poetry, just me being indulgent on a Sunday night….

I was born in London, went to university in London and still love my home town, even though I will never live there again.

I also love Science Fiction.

So here is a lovely video of London as she has appeared in Science Fiction TV and Film, made a while ago to to promote the Science Fiction WorldCon in 2014:

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

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…..

Missing – poem by Sarah Connor

A fantastic poem from Sarah that tells of a strong feeling I didn’t really know I had –until I read this. Enjoy!

Sarah writes poems

What I miss is aliens.

Not aliens, exactly, but the though of aliens –
descending in their shiny spotless spacecraft,
making first contact and humanity responding –

love and peace? Maybe. A realising
that we’re human, all of us together,
that we’re adrift on this blue spacehsip
but we can reach out –

grappling hooks and handshakes –

learn from others, find new ways to live.

I’m missing Captain Kirk.

That clean ideal of boldly going out
into the great unknown,
sharing the best that we can be.

Maybe I miss my own naivety.

Maybe I miss the feeling that we can be better,
that we can all reach out –
all those old cliches, building bridges,
building bigger tables, building love

when all we ever build are walls

and maybe it was never there –
maybe I’m yearning after something that I never had
and never lost.

Maybe it’s…

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