NaPoWriMo – Day Seventeen

I wear your disdain
like a bitter shroud
veiling my shrivelled heart
swollen with sorrowful tears
of a bitter love
never to be enjoyed
never to be realised

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

When Words Are Too Late

the words left unsaid
are the loudest
a mute plea
falling on deaf ears
a silent scream
echoing from empty walls
a voiceless cry

i love you

Dawn whitehand drawing

Dawn Whitehand Pen on Handmade Paper Doodle Drawing

© Dawn Whitehand 2015


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

A Love Poem

the earth was flat
when first we met
under cloak of dark
and forbidden passion grew
tainted by jealous eyes

so we jumped from the earth’s edge

holding hands in desperation
so as to awake together
unfetid in the next life

many long centuries pass
and the cliff still stands
but the earth now round
a never-ending spinning orb



like our love

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper
















© Dawn Whitehand 2013

Day Two Hundred and Three: 11th February 2013

your panting breath is close to my ear
softly cloaking this mornings angry
words aimed to cut
gouging thin skin
metaphorical blood dripping
captured in salty tears
now euphorically wiped away

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper


















© Dawn Whitehand 2013