Sheep gnaw at clumps of grass
Buttercups shine as yellow cut-glass
Bluebells haze and blue a bare hill bereft of a wood
And I laze where struggling shepherds once stood.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Sheep gnaw at clumps of grass
Buttercups shine as yellow cut-glass
Bluebells haze and blue a bare hill bereft of a wood
And I laze where struggling shepherds once stood.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Crying the moor
Sedge and moss, peat and grass
Cover the uplands
Sheep run from us, cattle simply watch
Clouds scud past, rain threatens
Stone track turns to muddy path
As we descend to the combe
Past the ruins, past the ponies
Towards the burble of falling water
The fluidity that carved the hill folds
The agent that governs this landscape
Made manifest in Hollocombe Water
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Exmoor Evening
Bone cold moon lifts over a sheep fold
Lights fleeces
Illuminates walkers breasting the darkening hill
Who pause to watch the suns display
As its fire sinks behind Dunkery Beacon
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond