Garfield
Fat cat
Eating, sleeping, playing
Always by my side
LLLLL-Lion.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for fun today on Day 10 of Napowrimo. Garfield is our fat cat….and I think he secretly fancies himself as a lion…..
It is in the form of a didactic cinquain which is quite structured and suitable for encouraging young students to write poems.
Here’s some info about the form.
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!
If I had a superpower it would be to spread some hope
To give our world a super boost and help us all to cope.
If I had a superpower it would be to nourish true insight
The gift to see the light within ourselves that shines so truly bright.
If I had a superpower I would gladly share it with you all
I would spread some love like fairy-dust and make our troubles small.
If I had a superpower it wouldn’t be to make things right
But to help all those who struggle to “not give up their fight”.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
This is for d’Verse poetics where we were asked to consider the word “super”
I think as a race we are at our best when we work together and when what we want to achieve is for the greater good.
We are the trailer cows
Feel free to have a browse
It’s so fine to have you near.
Whenever you are feeling low
Take a breath real slow
And know we are here to cheer.
We munch and chew our cud
Wherever we are stood
We have no worries or fear.
We like it by the trailer
From here we can see who mailed ya
And our presence brings you here.
We like to swish and moo
We’ll always make room for you
Just don’t stand too near our rear.
Moove over Duke-love from Doris and Flo…
©Alison Jean Hankinson
This is intended to be fun. It was written for d’Verse poetics and inspired by the beautiful and emotive photography by Sharon Knight. This image was entitled Trailer Cows and was from https://sunearthsky.com/
We were given permission to borrow the images.
I liked all the images and would have enjoyed writing about many of them but this one captured my imagination the most. I was taken by the two cows, whom I named Doris and Flo.
Nothing says grace like a swan
But I don’t have a picture of a swan
So here is a poem about a duck.
Waddling through the grass
Wiggling my feathery ass
Who says I am an ugly duck
Quack-Quacking noisily as I go
Waddling my ass to and fro
Falling over like a dis-graceful duck
I take to the air in flight
I flap flap with all my might
Gliding over skylights I cluck
The breeze sets me disgracefully free
Soon other disgraceful ducks join with me
As we fly in formation how beautiful we look…….
©Alison Jean Hankinson
Quack Quack. Honk Honk. Happy New Year…..
For d’Verse….
Starlings on the rooves
Hip-hop hopping, tip-tap tapping
Snow stomping flappy happy
Getting in the winter mood.
Fiery looking foxes putting on their groove
Foxtrotting through the frosty frozen fauna
Racing hastily through the forest
Working on their festive foxy moves
Red squirrels with dancing shoes
Snowy soft shoe shimmy shuffle
Acorn tapping troubadours
working the winter wonderland blues.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
Getting the groove on for d’Verse...
When I grew up in days of old
And the sun set over yonder
Old folks spoke in northern brogue
It made me stop and ponder.
In the backstreets of old Rossendale
Where buxom lasses were bonny
We spoke with a local dialect
And people say we talked funny.
In claggy weather we had council pop
Winter woollies when feeling nesh
Mam put our mittens on a string
It made us kids look gormless
If we mithered we were clattered
Told to keep our cakeholes shut
They chided us umpteen times
To keep the back door shut.
We played hide and seek in ginnels
Cleared snow from neighbours paths
Skriked our way through family traumas
Sweated cobs when’t’sun were’t crackin flags.
We spoke a different language
Didn’t give tuppence for what you thought
We’d go t’foot of our stairs
If anyone sold us short.
Fresh air and love we lived off,
With Church socials on a Saturday night
We might have not talked proper
But we treated each other right.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
Image Eden Methodist Walking Day- C 1972
Image Eden Methodist Walking Day- C 1979
I am linking this for the last OLN at d’Verse.
Brogue: a way of speaking English, especially that of Irish or Scottishspeakers:
On the one level
it was a tango fandango.
A pink flamingo
a daring dance of dating
in the early throes of spring.
Shrill trumpet rising
sounds of Chuck Mangione
staccato toccata- reminiscent of Children of Sanchez
Conspiring to court Consuelo’s love
With a pink flamingo face.
One legged lover
with snazzy syncopated rhythm
with a strut to the left olé
and a strut to the right olé
strum that walking bass.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
Things have been out of kilter this month and hence I am a little behind in things.
For d’Verse….
This is Tuesday’s poetics prompt that I didn’t finish….merging with meeting at the bar- and all that jazz….incidentally I think pink flamingoes merge well with jazz…
Links to Chuck..
The image is from Wikipedia and has creative commons licence:
File: James’s Flamingo mating ritual.jpg
http://www.flickr.com/people/pedrosz/
by Pedros Szekely,
It is done, my fiftieth birthday year finally gone
Kicked the ass out of that, had a bit of fun
Moved house and home,
And now it is done.
Heartaches and happiness all in one.
What a year, glad to move on to 51.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
this is a bit cheesy but all I could muster for this week’s Quadrille at d’Verse. I celebrated my fiftieth birthday in hospital and it has been a roller-coaster of a year and I think some of the biggest dips were in the last week, so I was a bit quiet….So tomorrow I start a new day, and a new year… and I will be 51.
I miss my Ellen though and would love to have her home with me. XXXX
Hues of Hankinson 