Cold light of day 

She sleeps fitfully on her temporary bed 

Clothes strewn by her incase she needs to exit quickly 

Close by all she needs to run 

Early sunlight through the bubbled glass door dapple the hallway 

A shadow appears blocking the rays 

Early morning thoughts register nothing much of use 

Mind begging for a little more oblivion  from this world 

The dreams are far less fraught with danger 

She feels breath warm and unrecognised on her face 

Eyes flutter open to see a blurred vision 

A youth Unknown with black curls and finger raised in warning 

Ssssssshhhhhhhhh he whispers as if to still a child to slumber  

Another voice telling her ignore, see nothing 

Her heart slams as she yells angrily NO 

Do not quiet me in my home, she growls 

Run now you piece of …..RUN 

His eyes widen taken aback by the woman giving chase 

Unaware even that she is naked 

Intent only on seeing his end if she catches him now 

He takes flight through house, garden and over a fence 

A primal scream echoing behind him 

She has lost fear and any conscious thought of danger 

Growling through gritted teeth a war chant 

Her infant her only thought after he is gone 

Fear now, hands clench and unclench 

Images play in her head of what she may witness 

Her child is sitting up in bed, gurgling happily. 

She cannot believe it was she who acted earlier 

Though her head tells her

You would do it again. 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry 2016


Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember, devouring the stories of Roald Dahl under the covers by torchlight. I have always loved fairy tales, myths and magic. A good deal of the things I write has some truth in it. Others, not. I’m pleased you dropped by, please feel free to leave me a comment or if you’re kind enough to share that’s fine. ☺️

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