Skye skies

The bluish light pulls itself over the horizon
Bleeding slowly and creeping towards me silent, brooding
I see around those who feel only menace
Calming to watch the hues play out
Their tones change with the moments deepening
Reaching like the arms of a giant
But I know not whether you will hold or smother
From safety to menace
The breath catches in my throat as blue,  green,  purple mingle
Swirling like the currents in a brook eddy
Overtaken in a sudden blanket of black
The light of day has gone now
To leave the chill night?
Looking up I am heartened by the trail above me
The magical starscape map
That can lead me anywhere but will hold me
As it’s willing prisoner




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 🙂

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