Crashing storm

All around the storm bangs shaking

Everything I knew before into newness

Difficult paths ahead and I see your lips move

Lightning cracks illuminating you

As you fall away from me

My hands grasp on to nothing

You’re trying to be heard and the raging

Seems to fight your message

And you free fall bringing another voice

You both speak my name in the scene

Technicolour and I can’t do anything for you

Either of you except make sure

You’re remembered for the good

I awake screaming at your being yanked away

My fear in eyes and voice

I know you’ll speak again soon

When my turmoil is more settled

When my seas have fallen calm

When my crashing storm has passed.

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry2018

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The smiling assassin

Smile on her face reaching the eyes

Appears as though she’s listening to your voice

She’s intense in her gaze

So full of sympathy and understanding

And her mission is simpler than you know.

The pulse points, weak spots, places to hurt deep

Have to be exposed for her

To do the work she’s intent on in the name of something higher

She will watch and wait a venemous snake

Her attack may not even be nigh.

Watch out for her she sits patiently

Biding her time to show off her craft

She sees herself as a public service always obliging

Her work is devious and scheming, masked as smiling and sweet

Spins a web of lies all around you tightly.

She’ll lean in one day to give you that hug

The eyes seem filled with love

Her hand you’ll feel run the length of your spine

And you know the pain as she digs in the knife

Another mission completed by the smiling assassin

She will calmly walk out the door.

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry2018

The woman with no name

The woman with no name

She wanders around cast adrift

Back and forth wandering

Never acknowledged not ignored

Young and tender as a shoot

Leaving new growth in her path

Life springing where she has trod.

A whisper in time maybe, maybe

Is she real or imagined?

The woman with no name

Snowdrops rising shows she’s back

Giving birth to a new spring

Secrets passed down on the wind

Unwritten, but there’s the tales

Pass as milk from mother to child

Kindliness nourishing the land

She is real not imagined

She is a woman with many names

Touching all with her mantle of life

Ailsa

©️Ailsa CawleyPoetry 2018

Facing fury

The strangers face invades her space

Sour breath that tries to calm

Expecting drowsy eyes or nod of acquiescence.

Shhh his lips say smirk fades to fright

As the growl of fury escapes

Her teeth barred a wild woman

Unafraid, raging, threatens to tear him apart

The woman is not a gentle fearful soul

Her territory invaded life threatened

She didn’t cower, plead or give in

Primal scream and he’s terrified

No quiet mousy woman she.

Confusion reigns as facing fury

Was not what he bargained for

Her guttural cries that call strength and tribe

His eyes are widening getting her vibe

Knowing she’s alone but needs no one here

And furies rule that allow nothing approaching fear

Gaining, gaining, she’s almost at him

He’s clambering over the wall

However high he’ll never be safe

From the wild woman right here

He’d rather vault over and fall

There must be a hoard of banshees in that place

He’s decided never to return for more

Whatever that is it’s no ordinary woman

She came from a long forgotten place.

Ailsa

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2017

Will you be nice?

Will you be nice?

You tell me to wear the make up, look pretty

But only for you because this is the city

And don’t leave the house after dark.

Don’t even catch someone’s eye

Be closed and hard not shy

Never show you’ve got the spark

That says I can manage without you.

Be good, nice whatever that may mean

Don’t complain it’s your shame if you’re seen

If they call and they shout

If they should single you out

It’s your fault for giving them ideas

And show them they are feared

Don’t argue be sweet

Or a sticky end you’ll meet

As they taunt or hurt you at their whim

You’re just a girl remember so just give in to him

Don’t fight, bite or scream

He must have misunderstood the dream

That he chose to believe you wanted

Your eyes and lips say you’re haunted

From another who chose to ignore

And it’s not expected when you settle the score.

So will I be nice, dishonest to appease?

While you harm, brutalise and cop a squeeze

The answer is there and sharp as a lance

No I won’t, not ever, not a chance.

Ailsa

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2018

Disappearing

Hidden from view as you are

Wrapped up in cloth that shields you

From your own deepest thoughts

Afraid to face the haunted places

Locked away in your minds attic.

Tell everyone you can justify

Every word, thought, deed, action

And you believe the stories you sell

Like two bit replicas on street corners

That fall apart under scrutiny.

Your eyes grow more hooded

Sharp only with suspicion of all

That cross your path unaware

Of what lies beneath the facade

Do you even exist in that husk?

A spectre has taken over anything

There once might have been

And you invited it to eat you whole

Devour your soul with pleasure

Pride all that remains of humanity

Alone in your shell you’re happily

Watching yourself

Watching

Who was

Disappearing

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry2017

Gather you in

I gathered you in while falling apart

My fractures hidden from sight

Stroking, cajoling, painfully hoping

That things could heal and might

Go back as they’d been at the start.

I varnished quickly into the night

Over things that I wished not to see

Covering cracks and craters alike

With blind eyes that blamed only me.

I’d sit long nights wondering how wrong

I had gone and trawl searching the depths

Like a fishing boat out on the sea

The storm it raged inside you till it caught

My ankles and began drawing me down

And the bubbles rose from my mouth

A silent scream escaped me

I found my legs kicking wildly out of control

The shackles dissolved with every move

Freedom gained from allowing an end

To gathering you in

Ailsa

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry 2017