Tag: d’verse

Te Matau ā Pohe

It was a crisp clear winter’s morn

The town was still waking

The bridge was awash in early morning glory

Breathtaking beauty in a moment

Of luxury and peaceful contemplation

These moments are cherished

The moments where our existence

However minuscule is in perfect harmony

With the world around us.

 

Alison Jean Hankinson

 

Te Matau ā Pohe is the name of the bridge in Whangarei, it was opened on Saturday 27 July 2013. The bridge spans the Hatea River from Pohe Island to Port Road. Its name means the fish-hook of Pohe.

The symbolism of the fish-hook, it represents strength, good luck and safe travel across water.

This was written in response to d”Verse poetics. Link here:

d’Verse poetics abridged

I took the photos on the morning described, I had taken Ellen to work very early one winter’s morning and just had to pull over and take in the beauty of the moment.

#d’Verse

 

Queen Victoria’s wedding dress

Honiton ruffles crafted on Devon bobbins

Royal Couple

Honiton ruffles
Crafted on Devon bobbins
In a back-street living room
Spitalfield silk sewn
With simplicity of soul
captured her gracious beauty
White Lace for lovers
Flowing soft against her thigh
Shared dreams of royals at dusk
Lascivious lust in mind.

Alison Jean Hankinson

This was a response to d’Verse Meeting the Bar; the Choka

Anyway this was my second ever attempt at a Choka..I tried to understand the form. Queen Victoria did love Albert and married very young at the age of eighteen, she had nine children during her life-time, and was grandmother to 42 grand-children.

d’Verse Meeting the bar

 

Image: By Engraved by S Reynolds after F Lock [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

 

Remembering Wormwood

Chernobyl’s children still suffer the sentence of their parents malefaction

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Chernobyl’s children
Still suffer the sentence of
Their parents malefaction,

The ruins remain ruins
Decay covers more decay
Destruction and despair draped

in pure white blanket
The crystal cloak of winters’
season salves not purifies.
As Earth still revolves
And snows of winter still fall
Burnt out remains lie buried
Will never be forgotten.

Alison Jean Hankinson

Image: By Clay Gilliland from Chandler, U.S.A. (Wormwood Star Memorial) [CC BY-SA 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

This was a response to d’Verse Meeting the Bar; the Choka

I have never attempted this form/format before and found it quite a challenge. Anyway this was my first ever attempt at a Choka..I tried to understand the form.

d’Verse Meeting the bar

 

 

Ellen has a fever

 

It was the coldest night of winter,

snow on the footpaths and icicles

hanging from the window ledges.

Every window open to biting frost as Ellen had a fever

Cradled in the crook of my arm her chubby hot hand curled around my fingers.

 

Alison Jean Hankinson

For Quadrille#23 Curl at d’Verse.

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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.

 

 

One Small Moment.

One small second

separates my life from my death

 

The surgeon stitches

focused only on his task

to save the life that falters here.

© Alison Jean Hankinson.

 

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d’Verse Poetics It’s All in the timing.

It’s all in the timing!

Deserted

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Deserted
“APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.”1
I waited and you didn’t come, it got colder and darkened days rolled into darkened nights
The numbing loneliness consumed my every optimistic thought
Extinguished every light that burned within.
The embers of our love were dying as the frozen ground began to thaw.
It should have been a time of hope, snowdrops heralded the spring’s swift approach
But these bones are old and our love is cold- but a distant memory
Cherry blossom parades her poignant pinks for a newer generation.

  1. This is a direct Quote from TS Eliot, “The Wasteland” I didn’t take it from a book, I carry it with me in my head.
  2. I think it is one of my most favourite poems – I love the Thames maidens.- I like the changes and the desolation, and the history and the symbolism. It reminds me of the wind blowing dust over the landscape and burying the present.
  3. This is for Poetics at d’Verse.