Exploring the warp and weft of life.
Zip me up
Snug as a bug in a rug
Raindrops on the roof
I revel in the sounds and smells of a spring storm
Lightning, thunder puts slumber asunder
Wind roars above
Sleeping bag saves me
I hide deep within
All zipped up.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for d’Verse quadrille. The challenge was Zip.
The caravan before the rain!
Creaky floors and creaky doors
The haunted house hears me
Creeping along the staircase
Hoping the ghostly ghouls won’t see.
Suddenly the silence shatters
Nerves are torn in tiny tatters
A deathly scream is all that matters
I think it is time to flee.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
For d’Verse.….. where creak was the prompt, I had already written two quadrilles today but neither of them fitted the prompt….so this was the result.
Image available in public domain House Cemetry-haunted house- By darksouls1 [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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
Sculpture Comradeship by Didier Balez
This tells you a little about the life of the man the sculpture commemorates:
