To a wild rose……

Bramble Berry

Crabapple jelly

Michaelmas daisies

Just for show.

 

Radiant roses revived

Through storms survived

Whilst rosehips scattered

On the ground below.

 

A sliver of sun flitters through the clouds.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

This is for Weekend Mini-Challenge at imaginary garden with real toads

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Remember remember the fifth of November…..

Goblins ghosts and ghoulies

Pumpkins at the door

Bobbing apples in a tub

Kids come back for more.

 

Cauldrons cooking winter soup

Penny for the Guy

Bonfire night and fireworks

Brighten up the night-time sky.

 

© Alison Jean Hankinson

Image in public domain. The conspirators.

 

Autumn mists

We had to take Emily to a very early morning television shoot, she was being an extra. It gave us the chance to make the most of Tatton Park and the autumn leaves before the trees are rendered naked by Ophelia.  She became unexpectedly very ill and we rushed home and she was admitted to hospital. I had to come home and leave her there.

She phoned all awry and crying this morning and as I rushed to get to her I looked back towards the sea and saw the most amazing misty haze, and it was the calm before the storm, going into town the River Lune was like a looking glass. They have kept her in again and the wind is billowing and blowing.

Calm before the storm

Sea mists rise and hazy hues

Leaves flutter and fall.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

This is for d’Verse. Haibun Monday.

 

There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance.

Ophelia

Heading for our shore

Storm force winds

Drenching rain

Surge alerts for Coastal towns

Fear ferocious winds.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

This is for Real toads- Shadorma. Shadorma is a popular Spanish form of poetry using a 353375 format.

Ophelia is headed our way and will arrive 30 years to the day of the violent storm we experienced in 1987.

 

Pioneering hands.

These fragile hands

They carved our lives

Toiled and tilled the land

Weathered storms to thrive

Ensured we survived.

In dreams we built in stone

Sodhouses we were to call home

 

These weathered palms

Supported and grew

Maintained our farm

Brought strength anew

Enabled hope to shine through.

Prairie-land homesteaders

Mid-west pioneers.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

Image from Wikimedia- creative commons labelled for reuse.

For d’Verse.

 

In peaceful sleep.

With patient love he watched her as she slept

She who had held him close to breast as child

Deep within his chest his aching heart wept.

Whilst she appeared contented in her dreams and smiled

As though her fears and troubles were finally reconciled

For soon the relentless punishing pain would be gone

Yet in his memory-this moment of love would linger on.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

This is for d’Verse where we were asked to write in Chaucerian stanza. First time I have done this.

The final slumber….

I am not sure I got the meter right.

The image is my Grandmother and her eldest son Frank.