POETRY

APRIL 2020

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Calling Sky

by Kim Whysall-Hammond

The unspeakable vastness
 

of the unconquerable dark
 

speaks to our hearts
 

where no harbour beckons
 

no port waits

 


 

A calling sky lids our lives
 

it shields, shelters
 

imprisons us
 

gravity the jailer to be overthrown
 

the well to climb out of
 

hand over hand

 


 

Climbing to where the only sounds are
 

a popping of particles
 

into matter phase

 


 

We will not see stars with our own eyes
 

nor hear the sounds of space
 

our travelling world
 

built of systems noise
 

ventilation hiss and engine thrum
 

will seep through our lives
 

even outside
 

suit noise and visors will hide
 

the photons trip

 


 

Yet unspeakable vastness
 

and unconquerable dark
 

will sink deep into our subconscious
 

refashioning our very selves
 

varying what is human

 


 

Will we wish to sink once more
 

into the trap of gravity
 

or shall we run with the particle streams
 

out into the dark?

END

Kim Whysall-Hammond is an astronomer and project manager, an expert in obsolete telecommunications arcana and an exiled Londoner who fondly believes that she’s a good dancer. Her Grandfather told her bedtime stories about Morlock’s when she was seven and this may have had an effect.

Poetry by Kim Whysall-Hammond:

"Calling Sky" April 2020
"Gift" October 2019

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