Rolling mists 

Her ethereal being floats shape changing 

Undulates across, around beyond the horizon 

No corporeal restraint on her 

Laughter tinkling on the wind maybe? 

Or have you conjured your own fears 

To human form when something unknown bids you forth 

And you tell yourself it’s nothing 

She smiles as she moves to provoke attention 

And gets it without effort 

A shift here a flick there 

You can breathe freely as light breaks through 

And she rolls her shadowy back away from the sun 

From other darkness shows 

She will return remaining hidden until she is ready 

To show you her command once more  

You will enter her as she chooses the hook 

With which she’ll snare you 

Willingly you go to a possible end 

Maybe pass through the mist as she swallows your being 

To leave if she chooses your moment gone 

And smiling whichever her decision 




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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