All the house was silent

Night-light burning on the mantelpiece

Off to sleep.


Spring came

Long days in the garden

Rides in the wheelbarrow.


Long June evenings

The bracken swayed gently

The sun sank lower.


Thicket of raspberry canes growing tall

Tropical jungle in long sunlit hours

Fairy huts in the flowerbed.


Quiet evenings in the wood

A tear fell to the ground

And a flower grew.


A mysterious flower

Slender green leaves the colour of emeralds

Blossom like a golden cup.


The moon had risen

The forest was beautiful, fronds like frosted silver

Tree-trunks wild danced with their shadows.


Velvet grass dancing, the fairy kissed him

Springing jumping whirling

He was real at last.


Alison Jean Hankinson.

This is for d”verse MTB.

I ought to add this is a form called erasure or blackout.

The text was too large to put the whole as a picture….see if you can spot where it came from….The other image might help a tiny bit….it is Emily’s…shh….



Author: alisonhankinson

Walking tall whenever I can.

18 thoughts on “Magic”

  1. Oh smiling I am! I used the same text as one of my poems. I first caught the similarity with the word “bracken” — LOVE this little book and your poem taken from it. 🙂

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  2. Wow, you found some great sections,and spun lovely tale. I tried to cull everything from one page of McCarthy–but your book has less prose per page I assume.

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