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Kim Whysall-Hammond (The Cheesesellers Wife)

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I am trapped in a poemstumble over syllablescollide with caesurafall deep into a nest of ghazals Upon escape, I edge pasta colossal statue ina desert of despairI walk in beautydiscover a line not takenfail to dodge the slashof an editors penBecome waste verbiagebecome rubbish Copyright © 2025 Kim Whysall-Hammond I am struggling to write new poetry. … href="https://theche...

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A hug and the famished son sits down to eat,tells travelers tales between mouthfuls. An 18 hour journey behind him,he is desert drawn. A heart full of new friends and facesa body needing sleep. Copyright © 2025 Kim Whysall-Hammond

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Back again, filling your sofaraiding your freezer for ice.Walking out to the riverits banks a storey higherthan the fields. Taking the tram to the Damto the museum quarterdrifting through the Van Goghs.Eating pancakes and poffertjesin the shadow of windmills. Copyright © 2025 Kim Whysall-Hammond A re-hash of an older poem. Our dear friend (who is … href="https://thecheesesell...

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We have visited a stranded flying saucer (where I was overwhelmed by fumes), wandered around 18th Century canal houses, seen the wrecks of Spitfires, walked under a glowing medieval roof, seen churches painted with light and skyscrapers dance (a giants hand emerged from one of them). Where could we be? The Netherlands of course! Here … href="https://thecheesesellerswife.wordp...

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The First Kiss

That night our eyes were full of each otherNothing else mattered Copyright © 2025 Kim Whysall-Hammond

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