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….
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This is gorgeous! I LOVE The Velveteen Rabbit!!! 🙂
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Rumbled…XX
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Back for another read. Still completely smitten. 🙂
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Oh, a second, delightful use of “The Velveteen Rabbit.” It has been literally decades since I read it and now you make me want to go back and read it again.
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I would never have guessed! Fantastic imagery 😊
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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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Love it.. even though I have never read the velveteen rabbit it made me smile… you created something new without a rodent.
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Another delightful look at “The Velveteen Rabbit”! Well done.
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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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I haven’t read the Velveteen Rabbit, but I like the idea of needing a fairy kiss to become real.
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This flows like magic ~ I specially love this part:
Quiet evenings in the wood
A tear fell to the ground
And a flower grew.
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Another Velveteen Rabbit! They’re multiplying into magical poems all over dVerse! I love the ides in the wheelbarrow and fairy huts in the flowerbed, Alison.
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I have never even heard of the Velveteen Rabbit, I’m ashamed to say, but it must be a magical story.
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I recognized The Velveteen Rabbit before seeing the photos…sweet poetics!
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This is gorgeous writing, Alison!
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Thank you very much, XX
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Wonderful writing Alison.
A tear fell to the ground
And a flower grew.
Beautifully done
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Thank you very much. XX
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