Burning bridges.

The salmon pink sky

The smell of spring lingers

Snow high up on the fells

If I burned my bridges

By coming home…


I gained new ground

Garnered new worths

And accept the light shining forth

Is different to the light that I imagined.


©Alison Jean Hankinson

This is for d’Verse quadrille and we were asked to consider burn.




Puffball potions

Toadstool faeries

Ravens guard the graveyard.

Harbingers of untimely death


Old Witch





Whispers on the wind

Caustic curses

Widow wastes away.


All Hallows Eve

Wakening the spirits of the dead

Old souls rising.


©Alison Jean Hankinson

This time of year is a time of remembering youth and stories of old as we head towards Halloween and Bonfire night. This is for d’Verse where we were asked to focus on one thing that this time of year represents to us.

Emily is still in hospital so it is a short visit and I shall do all my reading later in the week, so bear with me.

History- Old Demdike was one of the Pendle Witches she died in custody in 1612 at Lancaster Castle. The other 10 were later hanged. It was a time of great superstition and James 1 was greatly concerned with treason following the Gunpowder Plot of 1605. At Halloween when we were young it was traditional to walk up Pendle Hill in memory of the witches.