Month: August 2019

A wound too far

Hands gripping tightly so I see

Bone crunching bone

Nobody is talking about anything

Unless you’re the topic

And if they laugh it’s at you

You’re sure because it’s what they do.

She’s asks you quietly why they would

Eyes narrow in anger, suspicion

Turned on her because her words

Are what will always be known

Her opinions the most eminent

And she has something for all seasons

It matters not if it’s cutting, hurtful.

The girl turns away sighing

Another battle of wills to try and say

That the world doesn’t not turn

Around one woman or man

Every thought not about her

Still sure the whispers and smiles

The laughter is aimed at you.

From this distance I see the girl

Trying not to sigh or show anything

Which will be misconstrued or hurled

To her head at a later date

When you decide to deride her

Once more for not being the captive

Who is grateful for her tongues captivity

At some point she knows very soon

She will walk away not to return

Her binds have been broken

With your last savage words that tore

One wound too many.

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry2019

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Chameleon

Opinions change to match the mood

Colours nailed to your mast have

Disappeared in a wink if you can see

A chance for getting something

Anything even if you don’t want it

It’s something gained to be shelved

With the dust and dirt you held onto

In case it came in handy.

Control of others your endgame

By play acting at being guileless

You were taught by a master of deceit

And you’re proud of the ability

To change for the audience

Putting on a coat that says you’re confused

Or a shawl that says I’m determined

And all the while there’s no real you left.

You forgot who you were or could be

When you decided to play the system

To suck everything dry from anyone

Willing to give a drop to the vampiric

Little knowing they’d be slowly worn

Away to nothing by a smiling face saying

It’s your fault for living better lives than me

As the chameleon changes once more.

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry2019

So you say

Keep believing in the good

It’ll all come right enough

See children with no food

And bodies wet with blood

But it’ll all work out in time

Everything will get better magically

So you say.

You can feel pity and do nothing

Say nothing because you don’t need

To worry if your own back yard

Is looking neat with poppies growing

Pretty as a picture grown for the dead

And you tell everyone you did your best

Or so you say.

Children washed up lifeless on beaches

Or in a box on a city street if they’re lucky

Convince yourself they all go back

To a safe warm bed, and a meal to eat

Before you have to consider reality

And then say you turned your caring back

So it’s not offensive

You see all the things going on

Kids in cages, bullets flying

Because extremists are taking over

But it’s nothing to do with you

Am I understanding that right?

When they knock at your door

Shall we ignore it as you’re taken away?

Oh it’s never going to happen to me

I hear you say.

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry2019

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