buzzing buzzing
tiny black flies sticky
red dusty sweat viscous honey
a rolling ball of heat suspended
fiercely in a bare blue canopy
unsympathetic
blazing heat radiating from a rock
so old so large so red
whispering stories of ancient times
stand still be silent and listen
let the earth tell you the story
Uluru – fine liner and oil pastel on handmade paper
© Dawn Whitehand 2015
the voices are rising louder in my head
indistinguishable whispers
now audible screams
yelling a language
only i understand
Pastel on Handmade Paper
© Dawn Whitehand 2013
when your letter arrived
my hands shook in rythmic harmony
and a solitary bead of sweat
slid uncomfortably down my nose
I placed it (you) on the empty kitchen table
gazing at it (you) over the boiling kettle
that turned itself off and startled me
back to reality
and my bleary eyes rested on the clean white envelope
that would remain unopened
Acrylic and Pastel on Handmade Paper
© Dawn Whitehand 2013
wide eyed and dusty
the still stuffed toys
sit atop the cupboard
silent and staring downward
unblinking
at an empty floor
where once they played
when you were here
Collage
the door is ajar
and banging lightly
…tap tap
as a breeze pushes
through the window frame
…rattle rattle
and the walls shift
…creak creak
foundations adjusting their moorings
and i lie here in the darkness and listen
to a house
that groans
heavy with the memories of time
Pastel on Handmade Paper
icy trembling skin
body shivers contorted
eyes squint misty
silhouettes emerge converge
ghostly figures leering
a familiar face
vague memories resurface
almost within grasp
now fading away
Pastel on Handmade Paper
© Dawn Whitehand 2013
cold mist descends
water droplets hanging
reflecting ghostly silhouettes
tiny shiny jewels
adorning bodies gliding
buoyant suspending time
Pastel on Handmade Paper
swirling melancholy invades my head
a piercing spear sinking deep
anticipated darkness slowly descends
teasing the soul
denying all happiness
thickening air becoming stifling
an intuitive need to escape
but the door remains shut
Pastel on Handmade Paper
intersecting lives
emerging as grey shadows
random patterns
on ordered brick walls
fleetingly short
while some linger longer
waiting patiently
till dissolving into darkness
Pastel on Handmade Paper
Vaguely happy tonight
Plus light headed
Rare events but
Warm summer evenings
And chatty friends
Inspire hopeful daydreams
Of future fulfilment
Pastel on Handmade Paper
