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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…..

Love of the gods

To love a god was dangerous
although it was really
according to many stories
the great god pursuing you.
Surely an sensible girl
knew to run and hide
or was the lure too strong?

Prescient were those that named
the great planets after gods,
for they sit deep within
the interlacings of many satellites
luring other bodies into their scope
bright comets drawn into the gods embrace
destroyed within his mass
by his great and dangerous attraction

And then there are the ring systems
those stunning girdles or garlands
that first we thought were only Saturn’s crown
now our robot voyagers have shown us glorious treasures
each gas giant adorned with a skirl and swirl
of godly skirts
striped and shepherded by tiny moons
sprites joyfully dancing around their deities

Great are the old gods
Lordly their presences
Dark their love
Strong their powers

We are but lichen on a wet rock
a thin complexlayer of life
tumbling falling in an orbital curve

Gravity’s embrace encompasses gods
where tiny robots roam
sent by lichen

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

‘Love of the Gods’ was first published in Eternal Haunted Summer, the Summer Solstice Issue 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

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!

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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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Dark Land

Night has come
the land is dark
waiting for moonrise

Owl trembles in her branches
rabbit watches from her hole
vixen eyes the shape before her

Something moves brokenly
twists and turns
into a new form

Screams in anguish
agony and terror
as moonlight strikes

 

Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond

There is an English tradition for ghost and spooky stories at Christmas and New Year.

‘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!

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