Swirling

The mists swimming slowly toward the

Girl, engulf her slender being like there’s

Nobody there and they swirl.

Whipping clouds into a gentle candy floss

that will take you in their arms smothering

Your world and they swirl.

Clouds grey green and mysterious she stands

Entranced as they begin their consumption

Until she is seen no more And THEY SWIRL

I walk to where she stood and the mist clears

The wind dies and there is nothing there

Was she there?

Was she in my imagination?

Or is she part of the swirling, the mist and it is I who is gone

And suddenly I am swirling

Ailsa

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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. ☺️ View all posts by ailsacawley