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Cailleach

There she stood in her wrinkled peach skin

Wizened by years and knowing

That her full self would not be seen

By the people who chose fear

Of age and cunning.

She smiled at the thought of time

Playing pranks on those beautiful ones

With souls darker than any shade

That could be viewed on the bleakest

Of starless nights .

The pulling of the enforced smiles

Bestowed on those who berated her daily

Yet said nothing except sweet hellos

For fear of the old woman’s curse

Of spending eternity with her.

If they knew she thinks I’ve harmed none

From a girl to cailleach

Yet still they fear my separateness

Like it’s catching or enchanted

Or they may learn something.

If I were not a woman she tuts

A hermit I’d be and no fear would follow

But a woman who wants the same…

One day we shall have it. A world of equals

Of nothing different

Of that I can hope.

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry 2019

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Gaslighter

He whispered in her ear

Words tinkling, melodious

Echoes of something

She couldn’t place

In this time or another

She was fragile and brittle

Because she learned it was safer

Than the confusion raining

When trying to decipher

The meaning behind

His smiling words

That sweetly said

In your glassy state I can

Do whatever I choose

Shatter your smiling face

Or play games inside your head.

His words did not ring hollow

Filled her with a dread

Moving slowly away

Stealth her only option

Severance not what he expected

Now

She’s no longer an empty shell

Made of glass and ready to break

And she’s armed with knowledge

Like an antiquarian

On how to spot a fake.

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry 2019

Swirling

The mists swimming slowly toward the

Girl, engulf her slender being like there’s

Nobody there and they swirl.

Whipping clouds into a gentle candy floss

that will take you in their arms smothering

Your world and they swirl.

Clouds grey green and mysterious she stands

Entranced as they begin their consumption

Until she is seen no more And THEY SWIRL

I walk to where she stood and the mist clears

The wind dies and there is nothing there

Was she there?

Was she in my imagination?

Or is she part of the swirling, the mist and it is I who is gone

And suddenly I am swirling

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry 2018

Different days

Sometimes we blame the outsider

For anything different or new

We can’t see ourselves being hoodwinked

When it’s drip fed syrupy sweet

It’s easier to charge the other ones

Whoever they may be

Lives lived differently there’s suspicion

Blame wrought by change.

You’ll see so many with the label pinned

Of vagabond, gypsy, witch

But you see in the eyes of the accuser

The fear that makes them twitch

In these different days there’s one thing

We need to accept

That being a changer is not a crime

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry 2018

Pushing

Try pushing, cajoling

Screaming and wails

Hurl insults like boulders

To get through the day.

Try threats coated in treacle

Not subtle or sweet

You’ll wait till I’m ready

I bow at nobody’s feet.

Watch through cracks in the story

Make your own fairytale end

I can see through your mask

Don’t break and don’t bend.

I may say little to you but read

You so well

I’m wary not scared

You are but a shell.

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry 2018

The House

That’s all it ever was that place

Never referred to as home

A place holding some part

Of me or a future

But a temporary stop, a stable box

A place built only for ghosts.

Forced the words past my lips

To find they stumbled like a foreign tongue

And I knew it would hold nothing

I’d hoped and said that was enough

But the life in it couldn’t light it

With enough warmth, energy

To make something for a future

Build a world I felt happy in.

Tried to make something come true

In the empty souled place

Where nobody could find peace

And I was asked one day what it’d take

To bring light into that space

First thoughts were to burn it down

Erase everything that happened there

Leave the twisted past behind.

Not there now thank my lucky stars

But I wonder as I look in the mirror

Who was I ? Who was she?

So different that she was never me

And she lived in my house

The one that never called me to it

Couldn’t get me to believe I was home.

Ailsa

AilsaCawleyPoetry2018

The black sheep

She was the disappointing one

Who could have done better

Given her chances (insert finger wagging!)

She could have given bragging rights

But dared to follow her path

A line she forged in the dust

How dare she?

Everyone else content to toe the line

Or fly really high by , well

Towing the same line but differently

Not her

Always accused of being in the wrong

Before checking she was in the right

She rebelled in the eyes of some

And her coat became that

Of the black sheep

So long spent trying to fade the colour

Change it, do something to blend

Until one day over many drinks

She met another

Also a black sheep and they decided

That black sheep were the lucky ones

The ones who escaped

The ones who didn’t allow anything

To just happen

They made the things they wanted appear

By hard work and black sheepishness

And between them they decided

That that was just fine

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawley2018