The Endless

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

the endless

drawing and poetry Dawn Whitehand

©Dawn Whitehand 2020

NaPoWriMo – day one

lying still
my head
sinks deeper
into the pillow

and it arrives

the buzzing
in my body
every extremity

to my core

then floating
an arm
a leg

a sudden pulling

sucked into a vortex
I am flying
escaping the earthbound anchor
that is my body

Astral Travel – Ink on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2017

The Torment


and I remember the wretched childhood
the unending moaning
from behind closed doors
as you mourned what was no longer

yet I was still there

I still am

yet the wretchedness lingers on
ignoring my existence
as though I too never was

but i was

and I still am

Dawn Whitehand Poem

Biro on Handmade Paper

Dawn Whitehand © 2017


the grey bare Earth shivered
a harsh scathing wind enveloping her
as icy rain lashed her naked body
silver tentacles spiralling upward
squeezing her vulnerable flesh

until finally erupting

and the grey bare Earth was no more

Pen on handmade paper

Pen on handmade paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016


darkness seeps through these veins
my pounding heart an unlikely companion
invisible ceiling hovering
crushing my body
the absent tick tock of the clock
trawling through the long hours
dreamlessness a curse to my once stable mind
the sweet peace of sleep evading this restless soul
as I wait night after endless night

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© Dawn Whitehand



tiredness pervades my brittle bones
years accumulate stealthily absent
pervading a life long fought
bearing no wayward mercy
brutal vindication of a life mislaid

Conte on Handmade Paper

Conte on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

A Tritina* Poem


it was a warm night when we first met
a hazy moon reflecting off the rippling water
a gentle breeze rustling through crispy Autumn leaves

time passed as did the seasons and the leaves
and I wonder in dismay why we met
that night on the pebbles by the water

many years on the river now dry of water
replaced with an increasing torrent of mildewed leaves
a forgotten ode to when we first met

perhaps soon a water deluge will flush away the leaves and the first day we met…

Conte on Handmade Paper

Conte on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

*See this link for the definition of a Tritina
Prompt from

A Lune* Poem


clouds scutter
gathering moisture
winters rain

Dawn Whitehand Conte

Conte Crayon on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

Hope of a New Day

a heavy heat haze hangs
blanketing a sweaty landscape
stifling the hesitant breeze
sucking away its warm breathe
suffocating unquestioning inhabitants

empty tree limbs struggle under the weight
flower heads bow in submission
scattered fauna held captive in shadowy pockets
even the clear water’s reflection sits stagnant

all await the moon and the cool relief of darkness

all await a new day

Dawn Whitehand Acrylic on Paper


© Dawn Whitehand 2015