The Endless

it slithers and slides
oozing translucent drips
soulless eyes piercing
where once I dwelt
now only
an empty chrysalis
hollow

the endless

drawing and poetry Dawn Whitehand

©Dawn Whitehand 2020

NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty Five

Death alludes me
as does Life
fresh air
smells musty and grey
green pastures
appear back and burnt
colourful wildflowers
dotting the hillside
shrivel and die
a welcome relief
from the banality of tomorrow

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo : Day Twenty Two

what were you doing outside
when you should have been with me
during those last dark moments

were you watching clouds
as I lay pale

were you picking blossoms
as I lay rigid

were you skipping through puddles
as I lay dying

were you… still in love with me?

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty

thick blue green ivy
envelops the brick veneer
in which I once lived
long spindly tendrils
twisting idly
fondling window frames
leaves bursting
exploring dusty eaves

thriving in the dim musky interior
dark mahogany furniture draped
mimicking the ghosts now living there
their moans and creaking
echoing through the hallway
their breathe gently swaying cobwebs

the lost souls of my childhood

Frottage and Ink on Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Eleven

the days were long when
we, as children, played in the street till
only a hint of red lingered on the vanishing horizon

the days grew even shorter when
we, still together, played domestic house till
only a hint of sanity festered on the vanishing periphery

of our lives …

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

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

NaPoWriMo – Day Four

gently you lay against me
breathing rhythmically
in
out
heart beat

an occasional utterance
as a dream escapes
breaking the nights monotony
a fluttering of eyes
then sleep again

gently you lay against me

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

NaPoWriMo – Day Three

the day grew long
as we sat
legs dangling
huddling closely
sun coated backs
warming our cool bodies
deep dark shadows protruding
brazenly invading space
gloomily long
ever growing
casting ghostly angles
while a lazy sun
beckoning the night
slowly sets

Pastel on Handmade Paper

©Dawn Whitehand 2017