Killing me softly with her song…memories of mum.

Sunshine over Shap

Last embers of summer smoulder

Leaves linger lazily

Brittle against the breeze.


Once upon an autumn sunrise

We hung our lives out on the washing line

Pegged our pain and memories side by side

Peeled back the layers revealed the years of anguish

Aired the past and put it out to dry.


The gentle winds of autumn swept away the tears we shed

We both knew who we were and we collected all our worth

And meaning in one basket of crumpled washing.

We folded and sorted it and stuffed it back in the drawers

So no-one else could see.


Brittle against the breeze

Leaves linger lazily.

Last embers of summer smoulder

Sunshine over Shap.


©Alison Jean Hankinson

This is my contribution to Open Link Night at d’Verse.



Harvest moon

Oh, heavenly night

Silver star-spun light

Shimmers across the sea.


The moon lingers low

My heart is aglow

Oh, heavenly night.


The air crisp and cold

Chills of autumn nights unfold

Shimmers across the sea.


Shooting stars above

Fill my heart with love

Oh, heavenly night.


As my worries and fears take flight

Cascades of phosphorescent light

Shimmer across the sea.


Free my spirit soars

Harvest moon adored.

Oh, heavenly night

Shimmers across the sea.


©Alison Jean Hankinson.


I change not…

As a leopard cannot change it’s spots

I cannot change, no matter what

I am that I am and was

I am a sea of hope

Wave of salvation

Breathing new life

To your dreams




Alison’s response to Vivian’s opening of the nonet.


This was for Jilly’s challenge- Casting Bricks to Attract Jade.

The first part of the nonet was from Vivian and this is my completion…






Butterfly jitterbug

Scantily across the mildewed road

Sordid sounds of rank and file

Perturbed the air

Candyfloss tears

Mistaken identities

Purriri moth in damson tree.

When the wind blows cold

I shall wear my purple hat

Forgive me.


© Alison Jean Hankinson

This is for d’Verse.….mmmm have no idea if this is right…

The image is from flickr by Pamela Kelly.




Serenade to a misspent youth…..

Pink organza dress

A sea of roses in her hair

Undercurrent of sensual sorceress.

Scents of love promised

Followed by adrenalin rush.


Temptress divine

A moment of indiscretion

That claimed you as mine.

Followed by a tsunami of regret

And a lifetime of commitment.


© Alison Jean Hankinson




Aline with Flowers, Free to use for non commercial use.

I have decided to submit this poem for d’Verse open link night. I wrote it at the weekend. It took me a while to find an image that I liked, and I actually discovered a lot of images by Garreta that I liked, so that was a bonus.


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.


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



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


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