Mama

I’m walking over cobblestone skin tingling

Towards the lady I saw sometime

Shared a brief hello and smiles

I was alone that day just walking

Exploring a land not mine

I’m a stranger made welcome here.

This time I am in a group and she gives

A loving smile and hugs me tender hug

To her my pale skin is cold she worries

Head to foot she wears the black garb of her peers

She points to herself and me showing we are known

To one another if nobody else

She tells my family her name

I am in a foreign land I could be rejected

I am not

She puffs out her chest and says one thing

“Mama”, and again “Mama” with warning

She reaches into her bag, giving me sweets

Giving me tissues, and rubbing my arms

To warm me as only a mother can.

She points to show me where to find her

I nod understanding to this mother

Familiar yet unfamiliar

Family but not blood

Am kissed on both cheeks lovingly

By the never to be forgotten

Mama

Ailsa

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Jack

He’s back, back that gentleman Jack,

Springing into action once more

Lithe and bowing low

Blue flames he does blow

Fiery eyes burning to your core

He’s back, back the gentleman Jack

Be wary of his charm

As he links your arm

Binding you in his spell

Till he can return you to new Hell

He’s back, back that trickster Jack

Have you seen him?

Would you even know?

Be careful now he’s back

Whisper his name Spring Heeled Jack

Ailsa

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Woman of the tree 

Waiting until dusk has fallen she slips away 

Into the expectant forest 

It seems to heave a collective sigh  

No human foot treading this woodland floor 

She is careful to glide slowly around 

Slipping behind a fallen log or standing object 

If she ever feels them drawing near 

The humans who know her as children are told 

Forget the foolish nonsense when they grow 

And for the most part they do 

They believe she was illusion, imagined 

Call it what you will 

Except the otherly children who still see 

Going about their daily business 

Until the compulsion forces them back ….SNAP 

In time, in belief who knows? 

Into the forest to the hugest tree they come 

Head bowed to bark in rain and shine, 

Coming back to feel the earths heart beat 

Steadily taking strength and knowledge 

From the tree they feed from 

Some silent, or singing, talking or dancing 

Always a touch on the wind they feel 

They keep secret their visits as how do you explain ?

I went to the healing tree and all is well 

Many offerings are here a ribbon, a message scrawled, a carved figure 

So much, so many to quietly help 

Have you been to the forest yet? 

Ah you found it too and they told you to forget 

I see. 

Tuck away your knowing words and keep them for yourself 

Ssshhhh you have been chosen 
Ailsa 

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Stardust 

Come O fearful one 

Closer to the edge of new beginnings 

Shuffle forward if your feet 

Refuse to boldly stride ahead 

Worry not that you progress slowly 

Promise yourself only motion speed comes later 

Steps will sometimes be sideways 

Acknowledge backward as only a direction 

You wish not to travel 

Look back only to discover your next step 

And assure you you are still going forward 

Don’t tell yourself it’s not fast enough for them 

If it satisfies you 

Push the edges of your world to expand 

To radiate 

Burst forth with your passion your fire 

Heart not afraid at steps over the edge 

As you take the leap you have to 

You are now free to dazzle and shine 

Like the stardust creature you are 

JUMP!! 
Ailsa 

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Light up the shadows 

Those lights he said are the souls of the dead 

Flying the skies like birds in formation 

Migrating from this world to that without anything but 

A whispered wing beat to guide them 

Through mists and time, dawn to dusk they go through the veil 

Of twisted time and bravery stopped them repeating 

So they shine their coloured expanse above in 

Fantastical colours speaking silently of magical powers 

We cower hiding our eyes so the gods are not angered 

Except for the one who cannot tear their eyes away 

I watch through fingers and pretend to have fear 

Though I feel only majestic colours dancing in front of me 

Around me and I wish I could tell what I saw 

But the lights are on show if you open to see 

Look through fingers if you dare maybe tell nobody 

You will marvel silently at what they show you 

The elders of before 

As they light up the shadows 
Ailsa 

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Andrina 

Andrina sits on the hillside watching 

Events unfold at her feet 

Seeing lives living and dying 

She never misses a beat  

Her curios and stories scattered everywhere 

As toys on a playroom floor 

All laid bare for none but her 

She will change the ending once more 

The wind whistles round at her fingertips 

And she whispers words of yore 

Screaming wildly that unhinged anger slips 

Calling up a night of storms and thunder 

Determined to have her will she dips 

Dropped to ground she doesn’t care to touch 

Watching as her little paradise shows 

It’s never gonna be the green haven she craves 

Till she tills at the earth mixing 

The shadows are beautifully existing 

Her voice howls and squeals as she goes 
Ailsa 

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Solstice night 

I feel the chilling air frozen to my marrow 

Yet the start of this ending is 

Different and hopeful 

Snow lies on the hills and sky heavy with it 

Pinkish warning clouds like lamps to relay 

The days are staying cold 

Nights coming up inky blues and velvety black 

Bright stars shining a warning of winters turn 

The ground crunches frost underfoot my heart dancing 

Quickening, body may be cold but the soul knows 

To get to light the dark solstice must pass 

Rest and reparations take place 

The world will return to glory for next spring tide 

Once again we will forget the rest time, the feast 

No solstice is dark or light alone 

Newness and endings come to all whatever the station 

Stop, drink it in, rest, dancing at the fire 

Then move ahead through mist and sun alike 

They will return again and after we are dust 

Ailsa 

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Trample the fire 

Her eyes are alive dancing a moment more than you like 

You tune out for a while but hear her say 

I’ll dance in moonlight later it’s full and energy will renew me 

Trample it quick before the spark lights you think 

They’ll call you a witch a faithless bitch ,and see your spit on her face 

Fear made you sour your being sucked in and dry 

But her you think she can’t have magic without me and know she can 

Walk away without checking the fire was tamped down, trampled 

Assuming your words were enough 

Fool, fool hoots the owl on this hallowe’en eve not a word you hear 

Moon streaming in through curtain less windows so afraid of the dark are you 

She always joked she was bat like seeing in the shadows 

Slipping away with a huntress stealth 

To the garden and the fire in her burns 

Hottest, brightest wildest woman of then and now merge 

Laying down on the grass soaked and cold her shivers connect her 

She is of the earth, she is dust, she is starlight and shadow 

In her mind she is powerful, racing and flying 

Ahead and beyond and before 

She is timeless and ageless, knows  she’s not faithless and now that she is seeing 

The future of dreams that can happen he will trample the fire 

No more 
Ailsa 

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Volcanic home 

The road is beckoning gently almost unnoticed pulling her 

To the land ahead and she is drawn 

Like on a silken thread unseen but feels the gentle tug 

Her nod to say the road will be followed 

Travelled to its end be that what it will 

The core calls centre of it to her wildness 

Welcoming, and yet commanding respect 

As though it awaits her bowed head in reverence 

And it has time for it has been waiting since forever 

She has finite time to think 

As the cord draws her into it deliberately 

It awaits awe and reverence so commands her 

Bow your head and show me mortal that you see only 

My majestic melting pot 

Remember I can see more of past and future than you can 

Imagine, imagine imagine 

Show your own thoughts dance to your music 

Light the autumn fire in your soul 

As I display for you my never ending world 

If you let me 
Ailsa

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Sand timer 

It’s slipping slowly, faster, slower as my head spins 

No regrets at closing this chapter to turn the page 

Not a person forgotten in the whirling maelstrom 

As the vortex sucks me through after nodded assent given 

Am I supposed to feel every moment? 

Some are gentle goodbyes falling like dew on grass 

Others don’t seem to have registered yet 

The gentle I will miss but the ones who make braying farewells 

My heart says they forget you when you turn away 

So the ones who give gentle hugs and words of meaning  

Are the ones I will hold close knowing through changes 

I can meet and greet again 

Sand pouring through the timer faster than ticking clock 

To make new building blocks 

Pouring forth to meet me and hold me 

As the sea meets the shore 

It numbers nothing now but instead set me free 
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016