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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

 

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

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

‘Alien evening’ published at Frozen Wavelets

My poem ‘Alien evening’ has been published by Steph P. Bianchini in the first ever issue of  Frozen Wavelets at https://frozenwavelets.com/.

My poem is here.  Please head on over to read an excellent first isssue,  which I’m proud to be a part of. Thanks Steph!

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

Drifts

One of my poems has just been published at “In Between Hangovers”………

In Between Hangovers

Nebulaic drift of space glows pregnant with stars
Pulsates with unseen radiation, reflects  light upon broken hulls
Billowing gases thread through holes laced by stellar blasts
Huge gas pillars glow with the light from star birth

Strange shapes eclipse the details of  nebulaic magnificence
Ships riddled by particle winds after a disaster deep in spacetime
Now drift in loose orbits within a mystery, artefacts lost to sentience and story
Deep in the cloud lies a graveyard drifting to gravity’s pale tune

Gas jets burst from infant stars, glow in unseen colours
Shoot forth  ionized subatomic debris
Push against torn metal, shifting orbits, prompting collisions
Against desiccated limbs, simulating life once more

The beings who struggled and died here disassociate and powder to dust
Microbes  drift and seed, await rebirth in planetary clouds
Amino acids alter with the alien input
Nucleotides drift forward to the future

Ghost DNA haunts the spaces…

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