darkness crept
a cold comforting blanket
enveloping my rotting body

warm tingling
extinguished by bitter chill
iciness soaking my veins

happy memories
brutally consumed by distance
hovering on the horizon

of oblivion

Pastel on handmade paper

Pastel on handmade paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

Effort – a Kenning Poem

tiresome toil
relentless drudgery
unending labour
fruitless pain
meaningless sweat

evolving benefit

welcome dividend
rewarding fortune
ultimate security
refreshing satisfaction

disagreeable loathing

A poem prompted by the topic generator

Dawn Whitehand doodle

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

Rich Virus

the seed that is planted is mutant
fertilised with greed
it is doomed
watered with desire
it grows as a tumour
insidious in its malignancy
a self perpetuating cog
trapped within its own corruption
an inescapable destiny
a rotting empire
rich virus

dawn whitehand poetry drawing

charcoal and pastel on handmade paper

Dawn Whitehand ©2016


Goodbye Mother Earth

though the sun wept bitter tears
the drenched land remained barren

an unfertile thing made by men
laden with forgotten memories
clogged within thick wet dust

the exhaust fumes of yester-years progress
pathing the burden of tomorrows treachery

and the strangling death of Mother Earth

bushfire 2015

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

My Relentless Id

a faceless head
devoid of expression
no eyes to see
deaf to words of plea
no aroma of glee

only cruelty and despair
no hope of escape
silver linings gone

the murky gloom grows


the despicable me

Drawing dawn Whitehand

Pastel, charcoal & conte on handmade paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2015


The Future of Seeds

what has become of the seeds
once sown
tilled rich moist soil
red dirt blanket
enveloping warmth
keeping safe the stalks
feeding nourishing

what has become of the seeds
brown bare earth lay
only dead dust blowing
trapped within a barren windswept bowl

Charcoal Pencils

Charcoal Pencils

© Dawn Whitehand 2015


Hope of a New Day

a heavy heat haze hangs
blanketing a sweaty landscape
stifling the hesitant breeze
sucking away its warm breathe
suffocating unquestioning inhabitants

empty tree limbs struggle under the weight
flower heads bow in submission
scattered fauna held captive in shadowy pockets
even the clear water’s reflection sits stagnant

all await the moon and the cool relief of darkness

all await a new day

Dawn Whitehand Acrylic on Paper


© Dawn Whitehand 2015


The House

outside non existent wind floats eerily
while inside the voices of years of memories whisper
in words only they understand
ages of sorrowful secrets kept hidden will remain untold
a sacred pact conspired with and sanctioned by time

and I lie here in my bed listening
but hear nothing
just the wooden walls breathing
and creaking their private language

Digital Drawing

Digital Drawing

© Dawn Whitehand 2015


dark swirls of noiseless wind
tug endlessly
tall ageless trees
branches strung out
silhouetting the night sky
against mother nature’s savage breath
slowly ravaging
time lumbers obliviously
till virgin glints of sunlight
cut a crevice in the earth
a black hole sucking life from the tempest
and spewing forth another eulogy of despair

Charcoal on handmade paper

Charcoal on handmade paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

For You

nursing your ego

I listen



healing your wounds

open mind scars

seeping poisonous sludge

an invisible virus

that can’t be contained

it lashes out



Dawn Whitehand

© Dawn Whitehand 2015