The Beckoning

I follow the cavernous pathway down below the core
Leading to where I do not know nor if return is possible
The unseen spectres around brush my face familiarly
Still I press on, to what I am unable to say
Follow the woman who has told me to come here urgently
And I am asked for reasons why I am here
But my answer is not forthcoming yet
Stammering as I stagger on afraid and half crazed with fear
I am loathing something as a sly tongue asks
And you what right have you to be here attend my realm
I cannot reply not possessing a ready answer
I stop trying to puzzle and fumble ahead
Following only my gut call of where on the rocks to tread
My head bursts forth with an answer that shocks me
Fuck it, I will be here,  am here and you have no case
Nothing to answer just live with it or don’t
But I am here to stay whatever….

© AilsaCawley Poetry 2015


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