As she walked

She breathed in deep her senses alive
As she wandered in heather and gorse
The brooding volcanic hills
Overhead
Commanding
Come near, nearer still till we touch you
Take over your core, nestle within
So your very existence is dependent
On breathing us in
Feeling our hearts beat in you
Passing the trust for this beautiful land
Rugged,  dark and beseeching,
Wild, windswept all of these things
But bringing you mostly
To realise one thing
You’re returning home to yourself

Ailsa

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Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember. First inspired by the wonderful stories of Roald Dahl, the Brothers Grimm etc. I adore myths and magic of all sorts, though I read so many genres it's impossible to classify it all!! Some of my poetry is truth with a healthy (or unhealthy depending on your view!),dose of magic and fiction and others are pure fiction. I'll leave you to decide for yourself which those are! Please stop by and enjoy and glad to make your acquaintance. Feel free to leave a comment ๐Ÿ™‚

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