A watercolour painting of the eastern end of Blue Anchor beach, near Exmoor. This is where we have collected many fine fossils. Painted in 2016 — the rocks have been battered by further winter storms and look a bit different this year.
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Dawn creeps across the land
Dawn creeps across the land
Shining her pale light into nests
Causing baby birds to call for food
Dormice to rub their eyes and blink
Ants to speed up their hurrying and scurrying
She reaches up to wash the sky with pale blue
And a hint of rose at the east
And , as a special treat today, the west
Smiling to herself as the world awakes
She feels a certain self satisfaction as the Sun
With a near audible plop
Detaches itself from the horizon
Then like any other woman
Readies herself for a busy day
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
First published on In Between Hangovers: https://inbetweenhangovers.wordpress.com/2017/01/24/dawn-creeps-across-the-land-by-kim-whysall-hammond/
Twisted Thorn trees
Twisted Thorn trees near the ruins of Badgeworthy village on Exmoor.
Dunkery Beacon, Exmoor
A watercolour of the sun setting behind Dunkery Beacon, painted from the fields around our favourite holiday cottage.
Monday Watercolour: Azores sailing boat
Re-starting my Monday watercolours…….
This is a traditional Azorean whaling boat, which I saw sailing in a regatta at Horta Sea Week in 2015.
A tunnel of Trees
An exercise in achieving an image with only 3 colours and simple strokes:
Abstract to image
The paper was sprayed with water, then powder paint sprinkled across. Where water and paint intersected, magic happened.
Then, I looked for an image and made a few tweaks to enhance it……
Walking on the beach
More watercolours of mine for a Monday afternoon……..
Harbour Masters
Small Cornish harbour end of day
Tacking in from a choppy sea
Call the Master for a berth
Tie up, safe home
Steering through the Channel lanes
Ferries slam past, container vessels loom
Into Cherbourg calling with school French
Master chuckles, welcomes us in
Sliding slantwise into Plymouth
Fighting the wind all the way
Naval Frigate spinturns to miss us
Master reproachful to us each
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Bosworth Field
A gentle breeze billows the green barley
Sending waves shimmering from hedge to hedge
Elder and Herb Robert sparkle the field edge
Above the oak leaves do not stir
Near here a crown once hung on a thorn bush
Men struggled for cause, battle cries rang out
A King died alone fighting amid the foe
Violated in death, lost
Naked and broken the victors took him to town for display
Traitor they called him, an anointed King of England
Hunchback, wicked, perfidious
Name calling by the new regime
Murderer of children they whispered into the stream of history
A gentle breeze billows the green barley
Above the oak leaves do not stir
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
