NaPoWriMo – Day Seven

dropping high from above
momentum slowly builds
the poison dart strikes
my veins run cold
as the deadly venom flows
and my heart slowly shrivels

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

Uluru

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

Uluru – fine liner and oil pastel on handmade paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2015

Gone Forever…

pushing you away
I screamed
“follow the light”

you’re face confused
loomed above

“you’re dead”
I screamed

eyes begging
you looked upon me

“you can see a light can’t you?”

head raised you looked upward
and I watched your body spiral upward

gone forever
in peace
I hope

never to enter
another dream

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© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day Two Hundred and Two: 10th February, 2013

the voices are rising louder in my head
indistinguishable whispers
now audible screams
yelling a language
only i understand

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day Two Hundred and One: 9th February 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

Acrylic and Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day Two Hundred: 8th February 2013

lying still
eyes closed
empty mind
awaiting inspiration
but instead
random thoughts invade
the bare canvas
remains blank

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day One Hundred and Ninety Nine: 7th February 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

Collage

Day One Hundred and Ninety Eight: 6th February 2013

the old papers are rolled up
tightly
and bound with brown string
piled
on top of the cupboard
safely
storing long forgotten pasts
and memories of an inspired future

Pencil on Handmade Paper

Pencil on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day One Hundred and Ninety Seven: 5th February 2013

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

Pastel on Handmade Paper