As a star

As a star

You watched me there at the window

Laughing at my dreams, hopes

Of something you couldn’t see

All of it unimaginable in your world

Where nobody thinks they can try

And break from the normal drudge

You weren’t watching on the day

I looked up transfixed at the beauty

Even though death was what I saw

A shooting star burning bright

Dust, burning rock dust shining

In it’s death throes

And I knew then if a stardust can glow

Show the world it’s glow in dying

Mine had to shine by living

Ailsa

©AilsaCawleyPoetry 2021

Written for @PaulBrookes wombwellrainbow ekphrastic poetry April challenge.

Artwork by Jane Cornwell

Awakening

Sitting here I wait for the right time to show

My face to you each season

Now I’m young again the reborn one

Of our pack no longer hobbling on

The stick taken from a branch to aid me

As the final season aches my back so

I appear withered when I’m merely tired

In need of sleep so I can return and help

The maiden when she wakes from her sleep

Stretching out in all her splendour

Fingers crooking and every year I am

Entranced again and we work as one

Through the trees I watch and wait for her

To return once more

As we are young together we grow old, tired

Withering and wizened in need of sleep

Resting the long winter

So the greenery lives again and I the man

The Green Man and my maiden are young again.

For @thewombwellrainbow. com

Picture credit: Green Man by John Law

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2020

No change

Darling remember carry your keys

In your hand sharp end out

And if they come, when they do

Fight for all you’re worth

Take them down, out, run

Her grandmother said

Sweetheart watch for ones who stalk

Look at you like prey

Make your skin crawl

When they come, kick scratch bite

You’re in the fight for your life

I might not be there

Her father said

Decades later it’s ingrained

To have to be more careful

Go home earlier

Because she’s a girl and it’s made her

A target, a walking target

Not for any reason than she is she

No change needs to change.

Ailsa

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2021

Deeper than the surface

I ask you to look below the surface

To base your thoughts on other goals

Not money, glory and gain

Yet you look at me and see a waste

A foolish waste of space looking at

People who matter

Telling you that the waste is ignoring

The things before your eyes

Looking at need not greed

The deeper than surface things

That mean you really have to look

But never just glance

To care, help, look at another being

To give a moment of your day

Is never a waste of time

The real shame is missing

Out on the people you could have known

The conversation you should have had

If you hadn’t thought of it as a waste

Of your precious time.

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry2020

Waste

You leave it for someone else

Your plastic that infiltrates the sea

That poisons the lives of the fish

Aquatic life swimming below

I see you don’t care yet what if

That poison comes to your table

What then?

When it’s too late to take back

The waste you left behind

Because it harmed your child

Wife, husband, sister, friend

When you have hastened our end.

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry2020

Blanket Days ~ for a friend.

Hunkered down

Pull a blanket around

Hide in a warm cocoon

Where tea flows

And nobody knows

If you’re staying or leaving soon.

Take a blanket day

Ease the cares away

Running everything to ground

As you nourish your soul

Stop the world grabbing hold

Stay invisible to the crowd

Give to yourself the things

You’re suggesting for others

Treat your own body carefully

As if that of a lover

You’re filling up from the inside

Receive till it oozes out of edges

That you never knew you had

Smoothing away the harshness of days

And making you full once more

Until then stay in your blanket

Warm and caring for you

With what you need and a brew.

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry2021

What you see

With thanks to Paul Brookes at the wombwellrainbow.Wordpress.com for the ekphrastic January challenge.

Picture credit Kerfe Roig ‘handeye’

Every time you look at me you glance

At your hand and I imagine

That in the centre is an eye

Because you say the same thing

I see in an all knowing way

Generally you don’t see, but it’s said

The expected comment to pretend at

Listening to what’s being said

Instead of what you want it to mean.

A shell described becomes a butterfly

A key a lop eared rabbit and so on

Until my heart says why share the acorns

That grow into truth trees

Or rose bushes that hold thorns

And not everything is neatly packaged

As a diamond ring

The sky doesn’t only hold pretty birds

Or the sky hold only sunshine.

All is a mix , unpicked threads that make

Something different or new

You see imperfections, ruins

Rusty keys, thorny flowers, cold nights

I look for both sides neat and messy

Both bring their gifts making up a new

Pattern in my palm to see the world

In colours swirling in my palm.

As I watch the moon shine and stars

Vie for place in the palm of the sky.

Ailsa

AilsaCawleyPoetry2021

Flame in the snow

My feet are blue with cold

As I trudge the snowy hills

To find the signs of those gone

Ahead leaving wispy wisdom

Like golden coins in the drifts

Of feather like flakes

Heart thudding as I hear a whisper

It is your turn to pick up the baton

The lit torch in your path

Forge on with it, it’s magical light

Guide for head and heart

My feet cold no longer I see

I am clad in shoes to protect

A cloak grown warmer around me

Heart steadier and surer

That my path however different

Is the right one to take

And so I shall

Head bowed I thank the ancestors

The hills, and wind

The quiet now gone and a bird sings

Heralding my newness.

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry2021

Flickering

It’s small but it’s there

That glimmer from the hidden

Fire that burns deep in my

Belly

It tells me determinedly that

I can do these things that

I dream of and it’s not

Idle dreaming, wishful nonsense

Distracting me from

Reality

The nagging whisper that

Refuses to be put out

Despite naysayers and laughter

Raised eyebrows that say

Dreamer

Smirks that say put it away

The glimmer that refuses

To be extinguished

The magical light that

Even as a tiny almost unseen

Flicker

It keeps on flickering

Glimmering and will not

Go out because the spark

Is hidden away in my soul

Untouchable.

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry2020

Waste of time

He snatched it from her hands

Faint smile upon his face

As though mildly impressed

Then advanced cutting space.

Her feelings had been given life

On a world on these pages

And this is what you’re doing

The look in his eyes raged

She smiled still hoping for understanding

A moment where he’d utter

Where he’d see her need to write

Then she saw them, the shutters

They crashed down so silently

They ricocheted in her head

Do something useful, normal

You can dream rubbish when you’re dead

To make the point a certainty

He reached for a metal pan

In it page by page were burned

Her dreams by his gleeful hand

It took a while for her to see through

The veneer of his helpful comment

Until the day she snapped

Walked out leaving him to lament.

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry2020