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 


Photo ©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016


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. ☺️

2 thoughts on “Volcanic home ”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: