Kim Whysall-Hammond (The Cheesesellers Wife)

I wave at the mansmiling in his immensitysketched out by mountains and lava flowsand call him friend He has lit my way homecoloured my eveningslit up my childhoodwith dreams of space travel How many others look up and see him this way? Copyright © 2026 Kim Whysall-Hammond A slight edit of a poem posted back …

Always somewhat out of my laneveering across that embossed white linebetween girlhood, boyhood. A sweet little thingplaited hair, starched cotton dressknees and shoes scuffed by rough games,I played Cowboyswith my friendsall boysall loyaltrusting, fun, rough around the edges.We sat ignored together at the back of class. I had a swelling great thirst for morebetter brightgrabbed ...

He was a hungry, desperate, teenage beggar boy, needing morePortly priests would laugh at his begging bowl He left without a word to his mother, stowed away on a London bound shipFear held her for days and weeks, then her heart became ice In the capital of Empire, he found work enough to send money …

You imagine raindrops as tearsbut clouds do not cry. Over England clouds excreteice crystals that meltdrop and tumbleballing, falling. Surface tensionmarries colliding dropsyet divorce is common. Plummeting and flatteningI am a rain disc. I hit the London pavementlose my identityin puddles and pools. Copyright © 2026 Kim Whysall-Hammond The forecast is rain all week – …

The Library team have asked us to make a last-minute change of venue. The Festival will now be at BROMPTON Library (not Kensington Library). I will be on stage at around 2pm. Brompton library is at 210 Old Brompton Road, SW5 0BS. It’s about 8 minutes’ walk from Earls Court tube. Entry is £5, concessions …