Kim Whysall-Hammond (The Cheesesellers Wife)

Between the trees are doorwaysbetween the bees is a space for knowingfor bumblingfor hope and lifebetween each day and the nextis time to act Copyright © 2026 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Light reflects and bounces washes boat hulls and skysoaks into the waters lap and licks shores of many different islands paints them luminous as they float past sewn together by ferriesthat openweave the whole Lightdrifts on summer warmthlazes in boatyards graffities with a wavering penbeats on my skin the top of my head filters ...

We are seaward flying on a little boat,as lightning stabs the shore Laughing with strangersas the rain begins to pour Yesterday we stood upon the Kings moundwatching storms pass on unbroken wings The world is still full of wondershere at the edge of things Copyright © 2026 Kim Whysall-Hammond A few couplets describing our visit …

The moor is as fickle as the skynurturing and destructiveboth bleed rain You, my tree, bleed sapchopped down with your fellowsI fade Two rivers mourntwine togethersealed by a bridge The farmers have comeand the world is changed Copyright © 2026 Kim Whysall-Hammond This poem was written for DVerse We are asked to get mythic or …

It was almost a living thing, large and smotheringthat pinned us down andwhich seems to have shed hairs everywhere,I’m still finding them, clearing them away. Days melted into each otheralone in this vessel of a houseplunging deep depths of fears and anxietiesclimbing swallowing waves to see clear skies.Gradually ending more and more days with a …