Fired up

The fires have been lit

And in awe we will sit

Marvelling at our world

As it newly unfurled

Fired up and ready to go.

The fire was well lit

And a shimmering glow

Is all that remains of it’s passion

A spark in the air as it floats

Towards the torch it has fashioned

From the air.

We wait for madness to end

Our tin gods to rot, descend

The embers glowing slightly

At the world they take lightly

Torn down around us

By those who live in pretend

Saying it’s a shame to end

The regime that they built

And they’re hiding under a quilt

Of lies and disrespect

But hey don’t worry

It’s all going so swiftly

They’ll be be right nifty

there’s no need to get fired up

Just hold out your begging cup.





There she stood in her wrinkled peach skin

Wizened by years and knowing

That her full self would not be seen

By the people who chose fear

Of age and cunning.

She smiled at the thought of time

Playing pranks on those beautiful ones

With souls darker than any shade

That could be viewed on the bleakest

Of starless nights .

The pulling of the enforced smiles

Bestowed on those who berated her daily

Yet said nothing except sweet hellos

For fear of the old woman’s curse

Of spending eternity with her.

If they knew she thinks I’ve harmed none

From a girl to cailleach

Yet still they fear my separateness

Like it’s catching or enchanted

Or they may learn something.

If I were not a woman she tuts

A hermit I’d be and no fear would follow

But a woman who wants the same…

One day we shall have it. A world of equals

Of nothing different

Of that I can hope.


©️AilsaCawleyPoetry 2019

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