Category: life

Snowflake obsidian and the search for truth…

 

Volcanic igneous gemstone

Black, brave and beautiful shards of midnight glass

Give me peace and calm and inner light, reflect the moonlight.

 

Snowflake obsidian

Talisman around my neck,

As passion ignites my fury and the truth cannot be silenced.

 

Protect and purify

Cleanse my soul in the darkness of this night

Reflect the majesty of a thousand warriors.

 

Pele Goddess of fire

Watch over me, give me strength to fight

Let me vanquish the evil voices that speak to me

From the belly of the volcano.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

This was for d’Verse and is about snowflake obsidian which is one of the gemstones associated with my birth sign Scorpio- there are six in total- beryl, apache tear, aquamarine, coral, obsidian, and topaz. Snowflake Obsidian, is a stone associated with Scorpio in Ayurvedic astrology. It is a beautiful colour, and is seen as a talisman. I have always been drawn to truth, this is a Scorpion characteristic, but also something that came to me through my name. Alice is of teutonic origin and means “the wise counsellor, or the truthful one.” I think Alison came from Alice.

The image is in the public domain for reuse and was taken from Flickr.

 

Shades of Dad.

Winter

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire

Christmas Carols ringing in my ears.

The fug of the snug

Stench of sweat and old men.

Scent of Old Spice wafts across the bar

And the unmistakable

Aroma of clan pipe tobacco

Lingers in the air.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

This is for d’Verse quadrille.

The photo is actually of my Dad’s dad, (My Grandad).

Shall we sit on the park bench at sundown…?

Shall we sit a while,

Watching the sun go down over yonder?

Shall we share our bravest thoughts and dreams

Express in silent contemplation

Our sense of wonder?

 

Shall we watch the night unfold

Hold hands and watch the day grow old,

Pause a while, dream a little, share a smile

Knowing that the stars meanwhile

will always serve as a reminder

 

Of the love we shared?

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

This is for d’Verse  where Bjorn has challenged us to write a poem of only questions…my first effort was very questionable….this is my second….

Back to school blues….

Early morning indigestion

Motorway congestion

Students fully of germs and bugs

Too much work and brain fug

 

Brow burns

Streaming snot

Sore throat

Head hot

 

Wake up feeling dreadful

First cold of the season

Grateful it is weekend

And I don’t have to pretend or reason

 

With unruly students, pesky pests,

Procrastinators, sharp-cornered desks

Eager beavers and teacher pleasers.

Sat in bed instead with TV and Maltesers.

 

Pass the tissues, please. XXX

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

 

 

 

 

 

Fire burns at back of throat

I’ve got the lot

 

Anxiety

Still, as a mouse

If I breathe silently no-one will hear

No –one will be aware

That I live in fear

In this moment.

 

Tick tock tick tock

Pitter patter pitter patter

Boom boom boom boom

Pitter patter pitter patter

Tick tock tick tock

 

In this moment

I hear, taste and smell fear

Of my anguish no-one is aware

I breathe silently so no-one will hear

I stay still as a mouse

Frozen in anxiety.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

 

Our love- a car crash.

Fear’s icy tendrils caress the nape of my neck

I see the mangled wreckage up ahead

Acrid smoke spewing from the burnt-out shell

That was your car.

 

Carnage.

Plastic bags strewn across the carriageway carelessly.

Empty nest, neglected summer,

Loneliness brandished in the scorched tyre treads.

 

Relief washes over me

I am waterfall to babbling brook

Phoenix from the ashes-you live on

We have a second chance to ignite and burn brightly.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

This is for d’Verse where metaphor is the challenge.

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