Day One Hundred and Forty Four : 14th December 2012

The knife slid sharply and silently,
Through the full, soft yellow flesh,
A soft light glinting,
Reflecting a bruised red droplet
Gliding down your amorous chin,
Slashing on the hard white plate.

Pastel on Handmade Paper

Pastel on Handmade Paper

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Day Seventy Four: 5th October 2012

A LOW RUMBLE

awaking to silence
i wonder if
i am the last thing
alive on Earth.
No birdsong,
No traffic noise,
No rustling trees.
Then suddenly
faintly
in the distance
a low rumble
perhaps a lawn mower.
And I know
i am not alone.

A Low Rumble: Pastel on Handmade Paper

© Dawn Whitehand 2012

Day Fifty Six: 17th September 2012

DAPPLED

Familiar sounds disturb the greyness,
Shafts of light spill through the pin holes,
A dappled pattern on the nothingness,
Vague shadows form, strenthening as time passes,
Solid thoughts encrouch on fuzzy memories,
Panic arrives, the saviour,
And silence is restored.

Dappled: Pastel on Paper


© Dawn Whitehand 2012