This changing landscape
Is food for the soul
Misty moody blues beyond the ruins of St Patrick’s
Hues of sand and stone beyond the headland’s horizon
The mysterious mudflats home to the sandwalker of Morecambe Bay.
Wish you were here Heysham.
Alison Jean Hankinson
Hall all this is my postcard….d’Verse poetics
The promenade bathed in winter sunshine,
Seagulls, chips and gravy, Blackpool rock
Then the Winter Gardens in all her splendour
bringing memories and echoes of a bygone era.
Reminiscing on a lifetime of cherished holidays
Whispers of childhood wishes and ghosts of summers past.
Alison Jean Hankinson
The challenge for tonight’s quadrille was Ghost. Today we revisited many ghosts as we took a road trip to Blackpool a place that will always hold a special place in my heart.
d’Verse quadrille #26
Juanita could tell when there was a wild storm approach
Rheumatoid arthritis made her a human barometer
As the wind and rain would vent and hurl
her tiny hands would begin to curl
And she would feel intense pain from her neck to toes.
Alison Jean Hankinson.
for Qaudrille #23 at d’Verse
It wasn’t possible to outdo the prompt verse…. it is at is…I tried to keep this in the same lighthearted style….
Thought I had better say that I am not being mean….I have RA and this does happen.
Is this seat taken?
I do hope not, it is such a long journey when you have to stand.
I was going to catch the earlier train but there was an accident on the M62.
Can I just squeeze past to put my bag on the rack, and then I’ll be out of your way,
I know how irritating it can be when people expect you to move.
Are you going to London too?
I do hope so.
It can be such good fun when you have company on a long and busy train journey.
You can get to know someone really well in such a short space of time…
Has the refreshment trolley been?
I do hope not, I was running late and didn’t get chance to get a bottle of water at the station.
Are you on facebook?
I do hope so…then I can add you as a friend….
In response to the Daily prompt. HOPE…please accept with goodwill….by the way I always come equipped with way too many bags…..and can never find my ticket…
In my youth I worked at Piccadilly train station, as a Barista in the days before they were called Baristas……
Going out to dinner
Romantic you and me
I forgot my wallet
Hurry let us flee.
Image- Wikimedia- Portpatrick- Photographer Arnold Price.
Sorry it probably isn’t the slightest bit poetic. We accidentally did this not once but twice in the same pub/restaurant…
It was New Year’s Eve and a group of us would brave the weather to travel to a tiny place called Portpatrick to experience a real Hogmany. We would arrive and were usually relatively “not sober” by dinner time and wandered around the few pubs and eating establishments rather merrily……my husband and I always ate our evening meal in the same hilltop restaurant on NYE, the first year we accidentally left without paying drunken and happy beneath the stars- we went back and paid later in the stay. The second year we were jovially recounting our tale-drunk as skunks in the harbourside bar when we suddenly realised we had done it again. We did return to pay the next day.