it was revealed to me
the meaning of existence
we smile everyday
why we eventually die

and as I bled
and pushed
you out
my soul escaped

a survival mechanism?
protecting the pain?
a sanity saver?

then your cry called me back
as a rubber band twangs
obedience mindlessly resentless

so imprisoned in my body again
I search desperately for what I know
I knew but now forget

Pastel on handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Forgotten Epiphany

endless carriages of eager faces
wondrous at a surreal landscape
stare in vain longing for revelation

huge rocks-strange colours-alien textures
jutting from undulating cool waters
whispering unknown magical powers

some plunge into white tipped waves
swimming with strange mystical creatures
others wait hesitantly on the stoney shore

I sit upon the sand patiently
waiting for the single inspiration
a vision washing over me

and I feel the sensation arrive
clarity splashing and tingling
I absorb the cleansing euphoria

but tell no-one they say
because you can’t come back
no-one knows how to get here

so drink from the river of forgetfulness
and remember us not

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Free To Be Me

those were your last words
as the door slammed finally
and the wheels screamed loudly
while you drove recklessly away

when in the passing years
the phone never rang incessantly
and the doorbell never buzzed
I was forever glad eternally
to be finally free blissful

Wax on Handmade Paper

Wax on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Lost Age

just as the fresh moist flower withers and dies
so too does pink flesh grow gray and gaunt
atrophying stretched around my skull
sagging in creases from my torso
a tenuous grip on youth now severed
a nostalgic grab for yesteryear eternally fades

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013


in the dead of night

the clock ticks eternal
relentless ever louder

tick tock tick tock

mimicking the dripping tap
thundering in the empty sink

drip drop drip drop

jarring my edged (un)nerves
gnawing at my frayed (in)sanity

eat sleep and be merry

invading my scattered (crazy)dreams
a rigid marching (executing) army

left right left right

a masked firing squad kneeling
steady ready aim fire


Wax on Handmade paper

Wax on Handmade paper

© Dawn Whitehand