Month: April 2016

Nice

It was always about being a nice girl
Smile don’t scowl
Or people will think you aren’t a nice girl 
I could sense the fear behind the statement
That you always have a pleasant look
A certain demeanour
Don’t swear heavens that’s unforgivable
Nice girls don’t
Do anything much except nod and smile
Everything’s fine
That word another to cover a multitude of sins
Apparently nice girls don’t do these things
Curse,  swear, scowl,  show anger,  lose their cool
They don’t shout, have sex, say no, pout
Just try and be pretty while nodding and smiling
Like a marionette
Dammit I’m not a nice girl
Do I care?
No I’m not nice at all.  Oh well. 

Ailsa

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016

Destination unknown

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Fireflies dance along the pathway like fluttering beacons
The path illuminated with gentle light
Healing each step as if sending a dart to my heart
This one hope,  that one balm
Flickering amongst themselves a conversation in flight
My destination uncertain,  unknown
I find I don’t care trusting my fate to an ethereal presence
Whose hand guides my shoulder
As I take on the falling rocks and howling winds
Led by no solid man
On a pathway trodden before me though the steps long gone
Worn almost smooth the rocks I now walk barefoot
My feet and soul as one
Rest awhile and gather scattered thoughts
Fireflies around me protectively dancing
I nod to carry on destination still unknown
But certainty that all will be well dwelling deep inside
The path must be trodden not from a duty
But for my own peace
My heart bleeding in harmony with the…

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Destination unknown

Fireflies dance along the pathway like fluttering beacons
The path illuminated with gentle light
Healing each step as if sending a dart to my heart
This one hope,  that one balm
Flickering amongst themselves a conversation in flight
My destination uncertain,  unknown
I find I don’t care trusting my fate to an ethereal presence
Whose hand guides my shoulder
As I take on the falling rocks and howling winds
Led by no solid man
On a pathway trodden before me though the steps long gone
Worn almost smooth the rocks I now walk barefoot
My feet and soul as one
Rest awhile and gather scattered thoughts
Fireflies around me protectively dancing
I nod to carry on destination still unknown
But certainty that all will be well dwelling deep inside
The path must be trodden not from a duty
But for my own peace
My heart bleeding in harmony with the splintered paint on the door
Which lies ahead with walls unseen
Mouth dry I feel drunk on expectation as I stagger
To my journeys end
Or have I travelled to a new beginning?

Ailsa

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016