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

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry 2018

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Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember. First inspired by the wonderful stories of Roald Dahl, the Brothers Grimm etc. I adore myths and magic of all sorts, though I read so many genres it's impossible to classify it all!! Some of my poetry is truth with a healthy (or unhealthy depending on your view!),dose of magic and fiction and others are pure fiction. I'll leave you to decide for yourself which those are! Please stop by and enjoy and glad to make your acquaintance. Feel free to leave a comment 🙂

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