The Endless

Posted on January 18, 2020 by Dawn Whitehand

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

the endless

©Dawn Whitehand 2020

NaPoWriMo – day one

Posted on April 3, 2017 by Dawn Whitehand

lying still
my head
sinks deeper
into the pillow

and it arrives

the buzzing
in my body
every extremity
vibrating

to my core

then floating
gradually
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

The Torment

Posted on January 20, 2017 by Dawn Whitehand

TIME EXPLODES

and I remember the wretched childhood
the unending moaning
emerging
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

Biro on Handmade Paper

obliteration

Posted on October 15, 2016 by Dawn Whitehand

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

Insomnia

Posted on August 3, 2016 by Dawn Whitehand

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

Day 14 – an acrostic poem

Posted on April 15, 2016 by Dawn Whitehand

Warmth
Everywhere
Another
Tropical
Hot
Evening
Revelation

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Regrets

Posted on April 10, 2016 by 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

A Tritina* Poem

Posted on April 8, 2016 by Dawn Whitehand

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

*See this link for the definition of a Tritina
Prompt from www.napowrimo.net

A Lune* Poem

Posted on April 5, 2016 by Dawn Whitehand

clouds scutter
gathering moisture
winters rain

Conte Crayon on Handmade Paper

* Click here for the definition of a Lune Poem
Prompt courtesy of www.napowrimo.net

Hope of a New Day

Posted on November 3, 2015 by Dawn Whitehand

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