Poetry by Kim Whysall Hammond

42

TIME WASHES ALL CLEAN


Washed ashore
bathed in pouring light
dissolving into sky
swashing across mud flats
in an infinity of loss
I am many and alone.
Vampire clouds gather above
come to subsume my part
into the whole

If you like Kim Whysall-Hammond’s poetry then you should read Nadia Wolnisty

Kim has been published by Crannóg

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