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.

A fridge too far….

Lashings of blueberry conserve

Rain lashing on the window pane.

Luscious sumptuous late summer fruits

Raspberries fresh from the cane.

 

Limes lingering for mocktails

Sauvignon blanc chilling on ice.

Swede broccoli and carrot

For roast lamb supper tonight.

 

Leftovers for lunchtime tomorrow

No fresh salad but mushrooms galore,

As the weather signals the move to autumn

It is Hot Chocolate with whipped cream we adore.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson.

This is for d’Verse poetics where we were encouraged to consider the contents of our fridge….it took a while and was almost a fridge too far….hence the title….

The rain did lash the window panes today, the River Lune was very fast flowing with what looked like whole trees heading out to sea….crumpet weather…I did stop and have a Hot Chocolate on the way home from the University.

Hope is all there is……

Hope- a fountain

In the desert of despair.

Hope- a shooting star

In a sky of troubles.

Hope- a safe harbour

In a tempestuous storm.

Hope- a heartbeat missed

When you realise you are home

When everything is broken,

Hope is all there is.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson.

For d’verse quadrille.

The anchor is to represent hope. The flowers and other images are where I find glimpses of hope.

Things have felt quite broken recently and it is hope that keeps us walking forward through turbulent times. “Walk on with hope in your heart and you will never walk alone.”

Gerry and the Pacemakers- Walk on