Opening the Door
Push forwardimagine what youwecan domake it real Take those stepsthrough the door Copyright © 2026 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Kim Whysall-Hammond (The Cheesesellers Wife)
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The search
But where is silence? Even the empty red desert wasn’tfor the wind rang in my ears Water rarely is In life there is always the noise of our breathand the sound of heartsbeing broken Copyright © 2026 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Wandering through time
Standing on the canal bridgeI hear the tramp of hobnail bootsmuttered cursing(always about the Sergeant,and there is always a Sergeant).It echoes down the stumbling ghost track in front of me. A trumpet sounds at the timber framed shoe shopfor the arrival of poor Anne and fat King Henry with his roving eyeboth come to see … Continue reading Wandering through time →
Sleepless in England
Midnight has teethshe chews away at the early hoursas I toss and turn Midnight has teeth and tonight she bites me hardBlueblack musings wildfire through my mindDesperate, I fumble for the door to sleep Copyright © 2026 Kim Whysall-Hammond This is my response to Sadje’s What do you see photo prompt: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2026/08/10/what-do-you-see-353-10-august-2026/
August
August is crazy divingeager for great heatincredibly jumps the temperaturesyet again Copyright © 2026 Kim Whysall-Hammond It is 30 degrees Centigrade here in Southern England, again. And will be this hot all week at least.
Today
Mountains like crumpled green velvetlie on a far horizona small rocky island mists lonely in the estuary Copyright © 2026 Kim Whysall-Hammond We are visiting a dear friend in the Kingdom of Fife this week.
Yes
You don’t have to do thismy mother saidas I struggled to fix my veil She grimaced as I stood upwalked down the roadup the aisle Took your loving handsnoted your nervous beard chewingand said Yes Copyright © 2026 Kim Whysall-Hammond My Mum never approved of my Husband….
Bee Sting
Sweet fluffs, black, yellowpootle over flowerssee colours we cannotsense minute electricitiesgo home to dance directionsand build geometries in waxshapes we copy for our largest telescopesthat hang in spaceand see colours we cannot. Copyright © 2026 Kim Whysall-Hammond I’m sharing this little poem as part of the Dverse Open Link night.
Heatwave Surprise
Hot dry burnt gardenButterflies dance playfullyFill still air with joy Copyright © 2026 Kim Whysall-Hammond A Haiku written in response to Rebecca’s August Poetry Challenge: I’m still in a looooong bare patch when it comes to writing poems. I’m finding prompts very difficult and so am not ‘hanging out’ in my usual places. But a … Continue reading Heatwave Surprise →
The winds cannot hear
Smoke overlays everythingadds a piquancy to summer heatsinged birds sing into tainted airbutthe winds do not, cannot hear Copyright © 2026 Kim Whysall-Hammond There is a haze high in our English skies. It is smoke from the Canadian wildfires.
Poel Island
Low and long, emerald in Baltic sunshe beckoned on the horizon, saidCome and see, see smallness in all the noise So we are heresitting on grassy rampartsas a church bell ringsand the ferry prepares to depart Copyright © 2026 Kim Whysall-Hammond A poem written on our recent travels in Germany.