School’s out…. for teachers…

Marking’s done

Summer’s come

Last bell rings, go home.

 

Bag’s away,

Wine glass full

Reading book, nit comb.

 

Relaxing bath

Free at last

Take-away, it’s time to play.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

Regards to all my fellow school teachers out there….XXXXX

Blackpool Pleasure Beach

Outing to Blackpool Pleasure Beach

Last day of school

No teachers fuss

Fun on the bus

 

Fish and chips to eat at lunchtime

Ice cream Keylime

Sunburn Sunshine

Northern coastline

 

Children riding on the big one

All fears are gone

End of school year

Sharing good cheer.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

 

The challenge at d’Verse tonight was to produce something called a minute…it had various rules…this is a light-hearted effort to attempt to meet them…incidentally today was the school trip to BLACKPOOL Pleasure beach, another northern gem…an amusement park if you are not familiar with Blackpool.

Fancy Perfume and Twirling Ribbons

Poems can ring, rise upon sun and moon

or bring momentum to an errant flame.

Maybe it falls face first, mangled too soon

its sound wailing against the sting of rain.

 

Dawn will singe your senses, set them all free

perform song and acrobatic dances

cry out in celebration, yours to see

Rhymes scatter silently like forgotten fancies.

 

The wilderness rings bright with poetic voices

Sublime and reverent sounds echo through the trees

Words of wonderment and great rejoices

Poetic dreams elope on shifting breeze.

Ideas and thoughts float light as a feather

Our words will often weave them lovingly together.

 

Alison Jean Hankinson

This is a shared piece of poetry in response to Jilly’s July Challenge.

Click here to read the details on how you can participate in Jilly’s July Challenge.

I didn’t manage the anagram bit…but I did complete the sonnet that was begun by colourfulpen.

Sorry I didn’t manage the anagram bit.

 

Seaside sandcastles

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Isn’t summertime just grand

Children playing by the sea-shore

Building seaside castles in the sand

 

Poolside picnics we demand

Sand in sandwiches we deplore

Isn’t summertime just grand

 

Sun cream to give a safe tan

And stop our shoulders getting sore

Building seaside castles in the sand.

 

Sea breeze blows across the land

We can hear the ocean roar

Isn’t summertime just grand

 

Music mellow from the brass band

Across the pier soothing sounds soar

Building seaside castles in the sand

 

Collecting seashells and seaweed by hand

Decorating the creations we adore

Isn’t summertime just grand

Building seaside castles in the sand

 

Alison Jean Hankinson

For d’verse– an attempt at a villanelle…..

 

 

 

 

Fairground Fay

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Fay was away with the fairies

Loves lost dream and high as a coconut shy

She made devil may care seem tame

She made revelling and carousing her game

By daytime she was clean and bright as a button

But lamplight changed her demeanour

like a chameleon she was more of a wanton

One sultry summer night

She got into a fairground fight

And the Police had to pull her out of a fountain.

 

Alison Jean Hankinson

I think I used this one for humour. We were often referred to as POM’s when we were in the Antipodes. Prisoner of her majesty, as many of the early settlers, were actually from the convict ships sent from England. So even though Fay looked very respectful I wanted to share her darker side…

This is for d’Verse poetics. Our theme was mugshots.

 

 

This Old House

Blot on the landscape

Ugliest house drapes

Lime green

 

Garden not shipshape

A narrow escape

hygiene

 

Dirty old milk crate

For a garden gate

Rats’ dream.

 

Alison Jean Hankinson

 

A light-hearted attempt at a Lai for d’Verse….not as easy as it looks…and my first ever…