New Poetry by Kit Hannah

Hurricane Poem

I am not storm waves,

hurtling towards shard-ridden shores.

I am not kind breezes,

gracing the leaves with breath to dance.

I am not the scheduled ascent

and descent of the sun.

I am a hurricane; I sit in it’s eye.


witnessing the vortex inhale, exhale,

inhale again

Endlessly reforming, reacting

While I feel nothing at all.

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A Letter to Those We Leave Behind

To you,

The many, the few, the near and far between

Do not condemn us to the shadowy corners of your minds,

Where dust floats and settles upon still-living spirits.

Do not ever stop searching for us.

We will come to you upon the breaths of the wind,

feather-light whispers to caress your skin

and make you shiver.

Do not ever stop feeling for us.

Look upon the fields, hills and mountains

Beneath which we lay

We may remain silent,

yet still we pray

'Oh God above,

Merciful and kind

Be with them always

The ones we leave behind'.

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To all the people I'm leaving behind

To all the people I’m

Leaving behind

I want to go before you have a chance to change your minds

To decide to come after me

To alter my altered state of mind

Stabilise the instability

Fill the cracks

And return me to the corner cabinet

Top shelf

To gather dust

I would rather shatter

upon the pavement

than remain idolised in ceramics

Cups only leave a mark

once they've left the shelf

You can be left with the dust