Category: fun

Service announcement….in the half term break…

“Service announcement- Warehouse colleagues to the warehouse please.”

 

All the jobs I could have done

This one sounds like so much fun

Making announcements in a store

Calling to workers on the shop floor.

 

Instead I write reports and mark

Plan my lessons until it is dark

My life is ruled by lessons and bells

Punctuated by rogues and ne-er do wells.

 

I wouldn’t want to be a zoo-keeper

A nurse, doctor or cabinet maker

I often dream of what might be

Acting in Coronation Street might suit me.

 

Instead I create my schemes of work

Make presentations that sometimes work

I smile with joy when students succeed

In our tough teens I still believe.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

JUST FOR FUN. XX

 

 

 

More Magic

Herbs and bits of stick

medicines to cure

gardening lemongrass, hogweeds, valerian.

 

Rituals and superstitions

lunar chart an astrological schedule

The garden thrived.

 

Chinese medicine, English folklore

Everyday magic

Layman’s alchemy.

 

Alison Jean Hankinson

A second contribution for d’Verse MTB, using the erasure style…a second stab at Magic…but from a different source….

Image-spices and herbs by futureshape.

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Magic

All the house was silent

Night-light burning on the mantelpiece

Off to sleep.

 

Spring came

Long days in the garden

Rides in the wheelbarrow.

 

Long June evenings

The bracken swayed gently

The sun sank lower.

 

Thicket of raspberry canes growing tall

Tropical jungle in long sunlit hours

Fairy huts in the flowerbed.

 

Quiet evenings in the wood

A tear fell to the ground

And a flower grew.

 

A mysterious flower

Slender green leaves the colour of emeralds

Blossom like a golden cup.

 

The moon had risen

The forest was beautiful, fronds like frosted silver

Tree-trunks wild danced with their shadows.

 

Velvet grass dancing, the fairy kissed him

Springing jumping whirling

He was real at last.

 

Alison Jean Hankinson.

This is for d”verse MTB.

I ought to add this is a form called erasure or blackout.

The text was too large to put the whole as a picture….see if you can spot where it came from….The other image might help a tiny bit….it is Emily’s…shh….

 

 

Charlie the pheasant…

Charlie was a pheasant

Who lived out in the bush

He came out when the sun shone

Eating insects in a rush

 

His wife was rather drab

In plumage next to him

She strutted across the garden

In sunshine frost and rain.

 

Mating calls would echo

Springtime rooster ruled the lair

Sometimes he had a harem

For the pheasant chicks to fare

 

Charlie was a pheasant

Who didn’t live for long

But in this time brought happiness

Despite his awful song.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

Submitted for d’verse open link night.

 

 

 

 

Haunted House.

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

 

 

Remember remember the fifth of November…..

Goblins ghosts and ghoulies

Pumpkins at the door

Bobbing apples in a tub

Kids come back for more.

 

Cauldrons cooking winter soup

Penny for the Guy

Bonfire night and fireworks

Brighten up the night-time sky.

 

© Alison Jean Hankinson

Image in public domain. The conspirators.

 

Seaside Summer Blues…

Buckets spades and sandcastles

Donkeys on the beach

Paddling at the water’s edge

Family in easy reach.

 

Seashells on the shoreline

Waves lapping at our feet

Coconut oil and sunburn

Ice cream 99’s for a treat.

 

Arcade penny slot machines

Grab machines galore

Potted shrimps and cockles in a tub

Mum goes back for more.

 

Holidays at the seaside

Family fun days out

Car breaks down on the way back home

That’s what summer was all about.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

 

 

 

Prunella preferred pugs…..

Prunella preferred pugs

As a matter of fact

Not cats

All whiskers and fur and sitting on laps

Not for her.

 

Prunella preferred pugs

Snug as a bug in a rug

with her dog in a shrug

By the fireside.

In the winter.

 

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©Alison Jean Hankinson.

The image is from pixabay and is free to use.

And the band played on…

 

English summers wouldn’t be the same

If families didn’t enjoy fun in the sun

Carnival queens and burger vans

Seaside singalongs and festival fun.

 

We went to the Morecambe Carnival

With bagpipes and drums on hand

The parade moved stately down the prom

To the sound of the big brass band.

 

Seagulls on standby to have a feast

Candyfloss and greasy chips on the ground

The Bay belting out across the stage

And fairground rides spinning teenagers around

 

Toploader took to the stage

Boogie-Storm boogied on down

Sandcastle competitions throughout the day

Magical show-stopping firework display at sundown.

 

English summers wouldn’t be the same

If families didn’t enjoy fun in the sun

Carnival queens and burger vans

Seaside singalongs and festival fun.

 

©Alison Jean Hankinson

So tonight it is Magic over at dVerse

My magic in this is a bit like Puff the magic dragon…

“Oh I do like to be beside the seaside…”

Yes I know I always have seagulls and chips…perhaps it is my signature…

 

 

 

 

Autumn’s playground.

Bright blue wellington boots

Splashing through the stream

Autumn leaves surrender

Children’s faces gleam.

 

Splishing through the water

Matching coats and hats

Sunday forest fun-day,

Walking wet and muddy tracks.

 

Collecting up prickly conkers

Sycamore whizzers and pine cones

Autumn’s children’s playground

Before winter chills their bones.

 

© Alison Jean Hankinson

This is for d’Verse where we were asked to think about shoes. Mine became wellington boots.

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Every autumn in the UK the fruit of the horse chestnut is gathered by children in order to play the age old game of “conkers”. (U.S. Air Force photo/Judith Wakelam)