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

 

The Future of Seeds

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

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

Charcoal Pencils

Charcoal Pencils

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

 

Tomorrow

dark swirls of noiseless wind
tug endlessly
tall ageless trees
branches strung out
silhouetting the night sky
vulnerable
defenceless
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

Eulogy for a Buddy

its quieter
without you here
and colder
there is an emptiness
a silent echo
resounding through the house

the moist ground
where once you lay
your final resting place
mother earth enveloping you
in a final warm embrace

RIP Eddy xx

Charcoal Pencil on Handmade Paper

Charcoal Pencil on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

 

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

Timely

shiny wedding bells sparkly
rang anew richly yesterday
thudding sluggish today clumsy
eroding tomorrow crumbling slowly
a lone remorseful relic rusty
in the archaeological dig dankly
of life love loss and the lonely

Charcoa l on Handmade Paper

Charcoa l on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand

Insomnia: 8th August 2013, 4.45 AM

If you can’t sleep at night it is because you are awake in somebody else’s dream…

darkness
hangs thick
at 5am
can’t sleep
thoughts toil
rusty cogs
grinding
churning
an obsolete machine

soon dawn will beckon
the first warble will sing

I hope
I am not awake
to hear it…

Pastel and Charcoal on Paper

Pastel and Charcoal on Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day Three Hundred and Sixty Three: 21st July 2013

it builds in my head
the knob of a peculator
bubbling and steaming
constantly gurgling
till someone pulls the plug

Tinted Charcoal on Handmade Paper

Tinted Charcoal on Handmade Paper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Dawn Whitehand 2013