Danny the food thief

Written tongue firmly in cheek after seeing a friend’s dog is again caught stealing the cat’s food.

Soulful brown eyes regarding the giant above
I didn’t mean to do it but the lure was too strong
They get such good food and I just wanted some
Before I know it the plate it’s all empty
I swear Mr Giant dad I just wanted a taste
Could smell it forever and my legs found such haste
Please Mr Giant dad don’t look at me so
I’m ashamed of myself, I mean cats food you know
I’ll try so hard to get over this minor addiction
But please don’t tell my four legged friends as we go
Around the block,  of this tiny weeny affliction
Or my street cred will disappear and my reputation will die
That’s why I am widening my chocolate brown eyes.

© AilsaCawley Poetry 2015


Yowling at the moon

Why shouldn’t I cross the deliciously cool grass?
Towards that orb in the heavens that watches me
It’s face knowing and I want to share my secrets
In rhythmic musicality only it can understand
For it’s face is locked on mine
As I pour out my core unreservedly
To human ear it may make no sense at all
But the moon it listens to soulful music
The joy, pain, heartache in the same breath
Beating out everything
Wanton and joyful,  quiet and soothing
Till every last essence of me is shared wholly
And I am once more on the earth with the grass dewy underfoot
I am connected once more
But I am earthed and stardust equally
Calm and sated I bid my confidante farewell
For now

© AilsaCawley Poetry 2015

Little Miss Roses (II)

You were oh so clever you thought all down the line
The line that kept twisting and turning
Desperation for more perfection and yelling it’s mine 
Till inside you only feel this fear and it’s burning.
Yes little miss roses, life’s never so perfect as you want it to be
While you hurt and you hunt down the carers for you 
Or you get offered two things but demand to have three 
Doesn’t matter if it’s right or if it’s true 
You built yourself a problem like children build snowmen
With the fun and determination to succeed 
You had one small blip on your landscape but counted ten,
And then you decided to add in your own special greed.
Did you look before you leapt into your latest fairytale and magic?
Or did you just think now the roses are planted you’re saved
That it can’t turn all human and nasty and tragic 
When you decide to make your peace with the heart you engraved 
Your name with leisurely careless pride 
You’re going to discover the hurtful truth
There is nothing left but emptiness rattling around inside.
Barricade your windows, your doors, hide from the hurt you caused
And when you sniff the scent of the roses you hastily planted
Then will be time to wonder should you have paused.


They danced the dance

They danced the dance, one two three, three three, stop…

All change, flounce away partner change

Keep looking back for the sparks fly like fireflies,

To entice the partners to dance again as they will like addicts who need the next fix,

The sparks dance prettily in the sky

They were set off long ago and burned slowly like fireworks 

Chemical reaction, boom once ,twice, three times 

Till they fizzle and die burning themselves out into stardust 

And become the flickers of something that attracted them 

In the first place 

They are sparkle dust, part of someone else’s dance 

Watching them dance the dance of all change.

©Ailsa Cawley Poetry 2015

Mythical hero of never

Walking in with a swagger down the street, loaded with self importance

You carry yourself with the attitude of who shall bow to the mighty me today

I wonder momentarily if it’s just me whose skin shrivels at your touch

Like it’s trying to desperately escape being around you and your damp handshake

As you do that tie up over the pin striped suit you wear as armour of sorts

And begin asking questions that you’ve asked so many times before

I feel like answering a nonsense answer for my own amusement

Two  words in and your eyes have drifted drunk on getting to the heart and core

Herein lies your fatal flaw as you possess of these neither

Just an empty cadaver that glides along you have become a bore


©Ailsa Cawley Poetry 2015

Mist mass

The mist swirls around the land almost threatening in it’s nothingness

Unsure if I can really see what seems to be there or a creature plays

In some forgotten realm ahead of me in the pea green haze 

A rational thought, always the sensible one this ration,

Tells me to get with it and what else could it be but someone coming towards me?

Of course the part, that is more of me than not sings another song,

It’s coming, one of those night creeper things, coming for you

And getting closer, closer, heart beating fit to burst at the shape coming right for me

That I still cannot make out what this lumbering mass is

Enter the last cloud of gloom , the mist mass

Heading for it, as it does for me

Hold my breath, counting, counting, closer, closer….

My head begins to whirl looking for it’s hiding place of which there’s none

But it has vanished into the misty vapour leaving me cold to my bones

With the feel of an icy hand on the back of my neck…….

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