Burning bridges.

The salmon pink sky

The smell of spring lingers

Snow high up on the fells

If I burned my bridges

By coming home…

 

I gained new ground

Garnered new worths

And accept the light shining forth

Is different to the light that I imagined.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

This is for d’Verse quadrille and we were asked to consider burn.

 

 

Author: alisonhankinson

I am a school teacher and a mum and a red cosmic skywalker, and sometimes a netball coach...but beneath it all I am a writer...

32 thoughts on “Burning bridges.”

  1. Your story of burning bridges is a gentle and thoughtful one, Alison. I love the change from the light of a ‘salmon pink sky’ to the ‘light shining forth… different to the light that I imagined’.

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