life – Page 12 – Hues of Hankinson

What am I?

A nagging doubt

As my footsteps dulcet echo across the darkened dismal cobbles of a dreary street

Dutiful.

A whisper of solace

As our lives we share, and you weep and ache with despair

Comforter.

A cacophony of cheeriness

As we stride with gusto into growing uncertainty

Supporter.

A melancholy melody of metamorphosis

As I struggle to flutter and fly, reaching for the stars in the sky and knowing that I

wore the mask of the chameleon.

A rich and colourful cadenza of congeniality

As I reminisce and retreat

Into my own colourless void.

This if for poetics at d’Verse.

The image was labelled for reuse and was in the public domain- wikimedia-

By Nic McPhee from Morris, MN, USA (Corn and sunflower (butterfly is optional)) [CC BY-SA 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

The Journey Home.

The Sea washes over me

I am lost in yearning

For a time, tide and place

A space of belonging

That once I called home.

Far away dreams

Distant foreshores

Mellow memories of love

As the spirits guide me

On my long journey home.

This is for the Tuesday platform at imaginary garden with real toads.

Visiting time.

It is a moment shared

Amid the peace and quiet

Of a drizzly afternoon.

No need to talk anymore

Our words and thoughts are feathers

Floating on the breeze

A smile, a nod to show we care

A hand held here

Love’s conversation needs.

The image is my great grandfather John Henry Mcclenan- he was in the military hospital.

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To a wild rose……

Bramble Berry

Crabapple jelly

Michaelmas daisies

Just for show.

Radiant roses revived

Through storms survived

Whilst rosehips scattered

On the ground below.

A sliver of sun flitters through the clouds.

©Alison Jean Hankinson

This is for Weekend Mini-Challenge at imaginary garden with real toads

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.

Image in public domain. The conspirators.

We had to take Emily to a very early morning television shoot, she was being an extra. It gave us the chance to make the most of Tatton Park and the autumn leaves before the trees are rendered naked by Ophelia. She became unexpectedly very ill and we rushed home and she was admitted to hospital. I had to come home and leave her there.

She phoned all awry and crying this morning and as I rushed to get to her I looked back towards the sea and saw the most amazing misty haze, and it was the calm before the storm, going into town the River Lune was like a looking glass. They have kept her in again and the wind is billowing and blowing.

Calm before the storm

Sea mists rise and hazy hues

Leaves flutter and fall.

©Alison Jean Hankinson

This is for d’Verse. Haibun Monday.