Crossing over

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Here I stand cap in hand

A lifetime before me

And a lifetime behind me

And in the lamplight the path isn’t clear.

 

Here I lean upon my wooden bridge

Subdued memories ripple downstream in the wake of yesterday

And if I cross- hail what tomorrow brings

Shadows or sunsets in the evening?

 

Alison Jean Hankinson

For poetics d’Verse

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Image– my mum and my daughter Ellen at St Annes, Lancashire. Mum was called Anne…

The lifetime behind me is my mum, whom I left behind and lost when I came to NZ, the lifetime before me is Ellen my eldest daughter whom I leave behind when I leave NZ to return to England.

 

Childhood remembered

Childhood memory haibun for d’Verse- Haibun monday #28

Joanne and Alyson Abel had a goat. It lived on a messy piece of land adjoining their house which was probably actually their garden. Our garden was similar- a messy piece of land over a footbridge and formed part of a field. It never got mowed it wasn’t that kind of grass. I caught endless fish in a bucket using old stockings and coathangers and always put them back.

I lived and played outdoors in the summer and I don’t remember the rain, I borrowed other people’s distant sheds and turned them into “ganghuts” or dens in Doubledeckers style. I would track the rivers back to streams and back to source and wash stones in the summer sun. I ate gooseberries from the bushes near the Goyt (not it’s real name) which was a dammed swimming hole behind the school which all the children were forbidden to use- but we all did and no-one died, floating in inner tubes late into the day until we heard the din of the mothers cooking dinner and shouting for their off-spring.

Summer glow in heart

Friendships echo through the blue

Childhood re-kindled.

 

 

 

Images

Water School from the fields

Isle of Man Mill. Courtesy of Wikimedia- Photo by Robert Wade 2011. (My mum worked there as a seamstress)

Isle of Man Mill

Infinite Wisdom

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What if we had chosen the other road instead

Would our lives have been any less complex

any less full of stress, fear or dread?

Would it have been an easier journey with more laughter and mirth

Would our achievements have been of any greater worth

If in our infinite wisdom we had taken the other road instead.

 

Alison Jean Hankinson

Produced for the Daily Post:
Infinite

I did look up the meaning of infinite wisdom and it does state that it can be sarcastic/sardonic.

We have asked ourselves this many times in the last 11 years and we will never know the answer, however infinite our wisdom is or isn’t.

Image from Flickr

Sage Advice – Randy Heinitz
March 21, 2013 – Words of Wisdom on the Open Road… and playing around with Photoshop

Te Matau ā Pohe

It was a crisp clear winter’s morn

The town was still waking

The bridge was awash in early morning glory

Breathtaking beauty in a moment

Of luxury and peaceful contemplation

These moments are cherished

The moments where our existence

However minuscule is in perfect harmony

With the world around us.

 

Alison Jean Hankinson

 

Te Matau ā Pohe is the name of the bridge in Whangarei, it was opened on Saturday 27 July 2013. The bridge spans the Hatea River from Pohe Island to Port Road. Its name means the fish-hook of Pohe.

The symbolism of the fish-hook, it represents strength, good luck and safe travel across water.

This was written in response to d”Verse poetics. Link here:

d’Verse poetics abridged

I took the photos on the morning described, I had taken Ellen to work very early one winter’s morning and just had to pull over and take in the beauty of the moment.

#d’Verse

 

Queen Victoria’s wedding dress

Honiton ruffles crafted on Devon bobbins

Royal Couple

Honiton ruffles
Crafted on Devon bobbins
In a back-street living room
Spitalfield silk sewn
With simplicity of soul
captured her gracious beauty
White Lace for lovers
Flowing soft against her thigh
Shared dreams of royals at dusk
Lascivious lust in mind.

Alison Jean Hankinson

This was a response to d’Verse Meeting the Bar; the Choka

Anyway this was my second ever attempt at a Choka..I tried to understand the form. Queen Victoria did love Albert and married very young at the age of eighteen, she had nine children during her life-time, and was grandmother to 42 grand-children.

d’Verse Meeting the bar

 

Image: By Engraved by S Reynolds after F Lock [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

 

Remembering Wormwood

Chernobyl’s children still suffer the sentence of their parents malefaction

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Chernobyl’s children
Still suffer the sentence of
Their parents malefaction,

The ruins remain ruins
Decay covers more decay
Destruction and despair draped

in pure white blanket
The crystal cloak of winters’
season salves not purifies.
As Earth still revolves
And snows of winter still fall
Burnt out remains lie buried
Will never be forgotten.

Alison Jean Hankinson

Image: By Clay Gilliland from Chandler, U.S.A. (Wormwood Star Memorial) [CC BY-SA 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

This was a response to d’Verse Meeting the Bar; the Choka

I have never attempted this form/format before and found it quite a challenge. Anyway this was my first ever attempt at a Choka..I tried to understand the form.

d’Verse Meeting the bar

 

 

For Ellen

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Pre-empted vision

And what stands between us

Is only time and space.

Meaningless when you consider the vacuum

That we have already crossed.

 

Alison Jean Hankinson

We were asked to use visual prompts to be inspired- the idea of new beginnings, this particular image spoke volumes to me- as we are just about to embark on a new journey and leave behind our precious daughter Ellen. We will be worlds apart but I believe that love, all love-especially a mother’s love can span the abyss of any darkness, cross any void and penetrates the cavern of eternity. ( The same Ellen as in Ellen has a fever., but she was only 18 months old then and now she is 17…)

 

Image-New beginnings at the ends of the earth- by- Michaela Sagatova, see web link below:

Visual prompt

This is for “beginnings” at d’Verse Poetics, hosted by Mish

Beginnings d’Verse