Month: October 2016

Trample the fire 

ailsacawley

Her eyes are alive dancing a moment more than you like

You tune out for a while but hear her say

I’ll dance in moonlight later it’s full and energy will renew me

Trample it quick before the spark lights you think

They’ll call you a witch a faithless bitch ,and see your spit on her face

Fear made you sour your being sucked in and dry

But her you think she can’t have magic without me and know she can

Walk away without checking the fire was tamped down, trampled

Assuming your words were enough

Fool, fool hoots the owl on this hallowe’en eve not a word you hear

Moon streaming in through curtain less windows so afraid of the dark are you

She always joked she was bat like seeing in the shadows

Slipping away with a huntress stealth

To the garden and the fire in her burns

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Trample the fire 

Her eyes are alive dancing a moment more than you like 

You tune out for a while but hear her say 

I’ll dance in moonlight later it’s full and energy will renew me 

Trample it quick before the spark lights you think 

They’ll call you a witch a faithless bitch ,and see your spit on her face 

Fear made you sour your being sucked in and dry 

But her you think she can’t have magic without me and know she can 

Walk away without checking the fire was tamped down, trampled 

Assuming your words were enough 

Fool, fool hoots the owl on this hallowe’en eve not a word you hear 

Moon streaming in through curtain less windows so afraid of the dark are you 

She always joked she was bat like seeing in the shadows 

Slipping away with a huntress stealth 

To the garden and the fire in her burns 

Hottest, brightest wildest woman of then and now merge 

Laying down on the grass soaked and cold her shivers connect her 

She is of the earth, she is dust, she is starlight and shadow 

In her mind she is powerful, racing and flying 

Ahead and beyond and before 

She is timeless and ageless, knows  she’s not faithless and now that she is seeing 

The future of dreams that can happen he will trample the fire 

No more 
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016

Photo  by ©Planting Images 2013

Earth singing days 

The world has played a beautiful tune of flutes and string quartet 

It gives colourful notes we don’t always see 

The sunrise above clouds turn them into a peach meringue 

To a beautiful day of palm trees swaying in sunshine 

And now the light has left the sea crashing ashore 

Cicadas chirp in the trees singing where violins left off 

Natures music carries on if only 

If only we let it 

If only WE help it now 

The thoughts of doing stop and action starts 

Building bridges in bricks and man alike 

Showing slowly that we can live together in harmony not anger 

We don’t need to any of us 

Don’t agree? Live and let live. 

Help don’t harm 

Or it will be too late and she will have no more 

The earth will have no more singing days 
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016

Message to your self 

You’re looking at the mirror now watching time go by 

Tell yourself I’d be better if this or maybe that 

If only that were this wistfully sigh 

Do the people who you watch unobserved have faults? 

Of course not you spit indignant 

What would they have to feel bad about like me? 

No wonder their confidence is so high being person x 

They embody everything everything ever 

So instead you emulate your imaginary perfect 

Try to correct some part that is fine …..no really  

Leave it as it is a message to the young 

You will look back later and wonder when you are broken 

Have allowed the world to break your component parts 

And maybe reshape you 

Only then will you get the message 

Be true to yourself always, be who you are 

Change nothing to conform to ideas of others 

But only change to better you from inside 
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016

What’s it to do with me?

Don’t look at me she said there’s nothing to be done 

I am only a single person and honey , eat none 

Even if I cared about it who’d listen to me? 

I’m not a politician or someone who hugs the trees 

Her eyebrows raise and she looks devoid of caring 

There’s more for me to think about than insects and daring 

Probe a little deeper and you find her insecure 

Confused at others worlds that to her appear poor 

So pointing out that little bee as the key to her own life 

Her mind makes little connection 

Anger stems forcing her to demand (with jabbing finger) 

Show me it’s work that’s worth the linger 

One by one her plate is carved till precious little remains 

The flowers on the table gone 

Her shock now plain 

And ringing in her ears are the words 

This is what these creatures do and this the thanks they get! 

Without their help you don’t eat if they come to harm 

Their work continues only if we’re careful in our world 

The food chain isn’t a pretty name for golden threads 

You snap this one and the earth can end up dead.
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016

Guardian 

The tall man watching her move is unaware 

That she sees him as clear as day 

In the deep of night 

Sometimes almost close enough to touch but he has no 

Face of welcome to her eyes 

He doesn’t, cannot show that so 

Does he smile or frown upon her 

Drawing closer drives her further away  

Afraid he may hurt someone who she loves 

He acts as a guardian with no features 

The drawing closer could be anything you say 

As he tries to speak but is misunderstood 

That he patrols her world wanting only to help 

A warning from beyond the wall he cannot pass 

Unable to show and say his name 

He is merely the guardian, the dove for her peace 

Notice is not necessary for his work

And other forms can be taken for this beings duty 
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016

Photo from ©Planting Images 2014

Heron hideaway 

Of a sudden a shriek breaks through the mist 

Then nothing 

The gloomy skies descend and the barest sound before 

The heron breaks the foggy headlands 

Fly to your regal hideaway 

Swoop, dive before you are seen and flee 

This predatory world king of the sky 

From view you disappear to stop, confuse 

Appear only as a minor interruption 

From view you are gone provoke confusion over if you’re even there 

Imagined as a spectre 

Wear your anonymity while you wait to see 

Have you been seen or remain unnoticed 

The muddle of mist your friend and hiding place 

The heron hideaway 
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016

Photo ©Planting Images 2013

Volcanic home 

The road is beckoning gently almost unnoticed pulling her 

To the land ahead and she is drawn 

Like on a silken thread unseen but feels the gentle tug 

Her nod to say the road will be followed 

Travelled to its end be that what it will 

The core calls centre of it to her wildness 

Welcoming, and yet commanding respect 

As though it awaits her bowed head in reverence 

And it has time for it has been waiting since forever 

She has finite time to think 

As the cord draws her into it deliberately 

It awaits awe and reverence so commands her 

Bow your head and show me mortal that you see only 

My majestic melting pot 

Remember I can see more of past and future than you can 

Imagine, imagine imagine 

Show your own thoughts dance to your music 

Light the autumn fire in your soul 

As I display for you my never ending world 

If you let me 
Ailsa

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016

Photo ©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016