Wild Things

a wanton wailing wind whispers
Beware….Escape Now….
don’t step through the portal
only wild things dwell here
amongst dank heavy grey shadows
menacing black shapes lurk large
leftover detritus morbid and spent
twisted angst of a life lived through dreams

sketch charcoal & conte on handmade paper

sketch charcoal & conte on handmade paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

WHAT ?

wild wind whistled
while wispy wishes
whispered woeful wails

halting heinous hailing
hurriedly hurting horribly
however hauling happiness

and another arrow
announced agony again
arguing angry angst

thinking theories thoroughly
thoughts thrashed thickly
throwing thunder through

Wax & Newspaper on Handmade Paper - digitally manipulated

Wax & Newspaper on Handmade Paper – digitally manipulated

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

Gone…

you weren’t there
when I looked over my shoulder
and discovered the place
where your shadow used to be

dazed and confused
I lay down feeling the ground
where once you stood
as if to conjure you back

but I’m too late

gone forever you will always be

Dawn Whitehand Abstract Art

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

Free

ever present
there is a tightness in my head
creaking and groaning
it thumps
pressure builds
needing to escape
relentlessly pushing
my eyes
exploding red
and my soul escapes
floating
painfree
for just a while

Dawn Whitehand drawing

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

Afterwards

still warm
crumpled sheets
your smell
wafting

jazz tunes
softly humming
your taste
lingering

cozy blankets
snuggling deeper
I lay
wondering

Water Soluble Ink Block on Handmade Paper

Water Soluble Ink Block on Handmade Paper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

 

Yesterday

I saw you standing there
yesterday on the corner
collar up
hunched stiffly against the howling wind
whipping through trees
pulling at your hair
shiny black

I saw you standing there
yesterday waiting for me
patiently toe tapping
traffic passing by busily preoccupied
secure in pre-ordained destinations

I saw you standing there
yesterday

and abruptly turned away

Conte on Handmade Paper

Conte on Handmade Paper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) *

cold rain
icicles dagger like
prickling my skin
piercing my veins
an endless trauma
enveloping my heart
saturating my soul
a merciless scourge
winter torment

Dawn Whitehand abstract art SAD Seasonal Affective Disorder

Wax on Handmade paper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Dawn Whitehand 2014

*SAD – Seasonal Affectice Disorder is often associatd with Winter : here is a research starting point from Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seasonal_affective_disorder

No More Tomorrows

imminent death

I know the hour
the exact minute

nervously I anticipate
my heart pounding

awaiting

the final glimpse of red
the final waft of warmth
the final tinkle of laughter
the final tang of spice
the final caress of you

my final gasp of breath

Pastels on Handmade Paper

Pastels on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2014