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

Dreams lie lost amid the sands…

Lazy Sunday.

Somewhere between the sea and the sky,

my dreams fly free.

 

They rise and fall

on the gentle breeze

beyond the heat haze on the horizon.

 

My spirit with the seagull

soaring and then stalls suddenly,

shattered upon the rocks of reason.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson.

This is my quadrille for d’Verse based on “dream”. The images were from our lazy Sunday afternoon walk yesterday. The sky was endless, the birds were amazing. In the distance you can see the sea windmills, they looked like they were dancing just above the horizon.

 

Without Fear.

Sunshine breaks through the clouds

after the rain had refreshed and restored

with its patient pitter patter on the window pane.

 

Fear was vanquished

in just one moment of stillness and calm and quiet contemplation.

We are so small and insignificant compared to nature.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson.

 

This was written for d”Verse quadrille prompt which this week was the word fear. The photo is my own and it was taken this evening as I made the most of a dry spell. I took it for Ellen and was messaging her in NZ throughout my walk. We have all faced fears and uncertainties this year and the only thing I know is that tomorrow will bring new fears and realities and that we must take solace from the moments that are bigger than our fears.

Summer sunset at Heysham

Window frames sweated

in the sticky heat of late summer’s evening.

Bats darted through the boughs of silhouetted trees.

The sky was bloodshot and the glassy surface of the sea

reflected the haze of a lazy Sunday.

Stars peppered the night sky like grape-shot.

 

Alison Jean Hankinson

 

The challenge for d’Verse  #35 this evening was to create a quadrille containing the word pepper to celebrate the 50th anniversary of Sgt Pepper…

So this is my offering.

The images were from last night’s sunset as viewed from the upstairs of the house.

The Road to Wollengong

 

Comradeship a sculpture

in memory of Michael Dwyer

on the road to Wollengong

A tribute to an extraordinary man

with compassion and a care of others

With whispers of lives past

Hopes and voices of futures yet to be dreamed

amidst a sunny seascape

 

Alison Jean Hankinson

 

For d’Verse Quadrille #24

d’Verse quadrille #24

Sculpture Comradeship by Didier Balez

This tells you a little about the life of the man the sculpture commemorates:

Blog-honour of Michael Dwyer

 

Juanita the human barometer.

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Juanita could tell when there was a wild storm approach

Rheumatoid arthritis made her a human barometer

As the wind and rain would vent and hurl

her tiny hands would begin to curl

And she would feel intense pain from her neck to toes.

 

Alison Jean Hankinson.

 

for Qaudrille #23 at d’Verse

It wasn’t possible to outdo the prompt verse…. it is at is…I tried to keep this in the same lighthearted style….

Thought I had better say that I am not being mean….I have RA and this does happen.

 

 

Last Breath

As all around him his benevolent family held hands and wept and wailed,

He rallied momentarily, gave his wife a resolute smile before taking her hand and exhaling his final rasping breath.

They could grieve silently now knowing his torture and pain was gone.

(This is my first ever attempt…never done a Quadrille before… this is for dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille # 21: Take a Breath