I see the hill to a hard road ahead
Slippery climb through earth
Wet, sliding and falling
Hit the ground, teeth grinding
Against pain as I force myself on
Enduring to win and take back
My power , my path.
©️AilsaCawleyPoetry 2020
Month: November 2020
Dr Butler
He preens in preparation
For the next adoring patient
That will bow and scrape
At his little polished feet
His moustache waxed in exact points
Pudgy flesh over stubby joints
He sees it a necessity
Definitely not a vanity
To have the latest silken cravat
Hiding from the public his newfangled
Words set to confuse the people of the day
As he sticks out his chin indignantly
And waits for you to pay
Ailsa
©️AilsaCawleyPoetry2020
Ekphrastic challenge with Paul brookes at wombwell rainbow
Apparition
Apparition
I see you standing on the stair
Feel the chill that takes the air
Cold fingers run down my spine
Like the nail trails a line
I see you standing at the door
Watch you standing evermore
The touch familiar on my back
My mind is beginning to crack
I’ve seen you daily for so long
I no longer think that something’s wrong
Accepted that you are dwelling there
The space is large enough to share
Do I see the features,? you have enquired
Is it something all in your mind
I have accepted that this apparition
Has passed the life and death transition
I wander out to see the sun
To tell myself that you are gone
I turn to see you behind the pane
Window steams from your breath again
©️AilsaCawleyPoetry2020
Ekphrastic challenge November with Paul Brookes @PaulDragonWolf1 thewombwellrainbow
