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Promise to dust 

Promises fill the air floating as dust motes 

See them dancing prettily full of maybes 

This time is the whisper 

Your hand grasps out not greedy but desperate 

For this time to be the one time 

And you can hold it close forever 

Inhale it deeply to keep feeling it 

Once more 

Once more you see 

The dust promise float away 

You hide troth upon falsehood so it crumbles 

Impermanent and imperfect 

Like a frost that draws you to step up test it’s reality 

And it melts, crumbling away to 

The dust promise it always was
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2017

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 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016

Earth singing days 

The world has played a beautiful tune of flutes and string quartet 

It gives colourful notes we don’t always see 

The sunrise above clouds turn them into a peach meringue 

To a beautiful day of palm trees swaying in sunshine 

And now the light has left the sea crashing ashore 

Cicadas chirp in the trees singing where violins left off 

Natures music carries on if only 

If only we let it 

If only WE help it now 

The thoughts of doing stop and action starts 

Building bridges in bricks and man alike 

Showing slowly that we can live together in harmony not anger 

We don’t need to any of us 

Don’t agree? Live and let live. 

Help don’t harm 

Or it will be too late and she will have no more 

The earth will have no more singing days 
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016

Message to your self 

You’re looking at the mirror now watching time go by 

Tell yourself I’d be better if this or maybe that 

If only that were this wistfully sigh 

Do the people who you watch unobserved have faults? 

Of course not you spit indignant 

What would they have to feel bad about like me? 

No wonder their confidence is so high being person x 

They embody everything everything ever 

So instead you emulate your imaginary perfect 

Try to correct some part that is fine …..no really  

Leave it as it is a message to the young 

You will look back later and wonder when you are broken 

Have allowed the world to break your component parts 

And maybe reshape you 

Only then will you get the message 

Be true to yourself always, be who you are 

Change nothing to conform to ideas of others 

But only change to better you from inside 
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016

What’s it to do with me?

Don’t look at me she said there’s nothing to be done 

I am only a single person and honey , eat none 

Even if I cared about it who’d listen to me? 

I’m not a politician or someone who hugs the trees 

Her eyebrows raise and she looks devoid of caring 

There’s more for me to think about than insects and daring 

Probe a little deeper and you find her insecure 

Confused at others worlds that to her appear poor 

So pointing out that little bee as the key to her own life 

Her mind makes little connection 

Anger stems forcing her to demand (with jabbing finger) 

Show me it’s work that’s worth the linger 

One by one her plate is carved till precious little remains 

The flowers on the table gone 

Her shock now plain 

And ringing in her ears are the words 

This is what these creatures do and this the thanks they get! 

Without their help you don’t eat if they come to harm 

Their work continues only if we’re careful in our world 

The food chain isn’t a pretty name for golden threads 

You snap this one and the earth can end up dead.
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016

Guardian 

The tall man watching her move is unaware 

That she sees him as clear as day 

In the deep of night 

Sometimes almost close enough to touch but he has no 

Face of welcome to her eyes 

He doesn’t, cannot show that so 

Does he smile or frown upon her 

Drawing closer drives her further away  

Afraid he may hurt someone who she loves 

He acts as a guardian with no features 

The drawing closer could be anything you say 

As he tries to speak but is misunderstood 

That he patrols her world wanting only to help 

A warning from beyond the wall he cannot pass 

Unable to show and say his name 

He is merely the guardian, the dove for her peace 

Notice is not necessary for his work

And other forms can be taken for this beings duty 
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016

Photo from ©Planting Images 2014

Heron hideaway 

Of a sudden a shriek breaks through the mist 

Then nothing 

The gloomy skies descend and the barest sound before 

The heron breaks the foggy headlands 

Fly to your regal hideaway 

Swoop, dive before you are seen and flee 

This predatory world king of the sky 

From view you disappear to stop, confuse 

Appear only as a minor interruption 

From view you are gone provoke confusion over if you’re even there 

Imagined as a spectre 

Wear your anonymity while you wait to see 

Have you been seen or remain unnoticed 

The muddle of mist your friend and hiding place 

The heron hideaway 
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016

Photo ©Planting Images 2013

Filter the view 

You look at me in black and white like a newspaper page 

Flat and with no shades 

Every little detail beginning to blend or disappear 

To a basic short itinerary 

Peel back the shades, leave the scent trails 

Left by someone faceless before you 

What can you really see? 

My verdant hills of lushest green high and forbidding 

Yet changed little over time 

My purple carpet with so many hues 

A flooring of purest amethyst  

My yellows brilliant and dazzling to the eye 

Citrine to pop among other gems 

Look a little closer and more colours you’ll see 

Like the red of the bloodstone 

Flowers and berries are all a part of me 

Can you see me properly? 

Have you picked out the jewels here for each to enjoy 

Please take care, let them endure. 

Give your admiration, awe and respect 

But as you found it leave it 

And tell others to be sure. 

Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016

Rainbow hunter 

Hunting in the shallows she waited hoping 

To catch the fish this time or even a glimmer 

It swam deeper sensing a needful presence 

She needed to know it could be caught 

Caressed a moment less than a heartbeat 

Set free again to do it’s thing 

She wanted only to look and wonder at it 

Up close to know if the scales were brilliant 

Like captured rainbows glowing in unison 

Or if it’s coat was murky grey and eyes dead 

Lifeless like the voice she sometimes thought she heard 

Or rich and melodic and full of the deep waters 

Gurgling and laughing 

She will return tomorrow to stand in the icy waters 

Feet planted apart on rocks and blue with cold 

Soles cut from the jagged edges which she ignores 

Too determined to notice 

Tomorrow then she will return and the next day until 

She sees if the origin of a rainbow and a pot of gold 

Really start and finish together 

Here in the cool mountain river.
Ailsa 

©AilsaCawleyPoetry 2016

The pairing  

Her body undulates in pleasure as her lips taste 

The succulent greenery she holds 

Marvelling at the smooth exterior tough to bite 

That hides a secret core of lifeblood 

This she thinks is a secret she must share 

Watching the asp carefully draw near 
Her love watches her languishing at the tree base 

Feeling not the rough torn bark 

As it scratches his frame 

But a smile plays across the cherry red lips as she 

Unwittingly closes her eyes as the fruit touches her mouth 

Sighing in pleasure of a newness discovered 

Not yet shared 

And he wonders how to make that smile return 

Even for a fleeting moment 

To burn onto his memory when she’s gone as she will 

Maybe she’ll return but he is never sure 

And that is the addiction 

Hissing knowledge the asp quickens silent and stealthy 

It also is hungry and needing 

Her arm drops the fruit remaining as it strikes 

Her movements startled it to bite

And the smile he saw gone forever 

Or so he now dreams it….
Ailsa 

AilsaCawleyPoetry2016