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Water Land

She has swam these waters too long now
Borne their storms with faith it will get better because it has to
Doesn’t it?
Remaining hopeful that a balance can be struck
Between her time on land and her time immersed
Her need of the waters is rising an almost instinctive craving
To just swish through the waters
Losing the land
But regaining the fluid of her beloved waters
One last time, one last hope
Slipping through her fingers like sand through an eggtimer
The grains are running out and she could never stay
Forever
What it was always fleeting yet not
As she glides into the dark waters with moonlight reflecting
She takes a final look back to nod goodbye
To free herself
Her tail flipping as her life is restored
The mermaid leaves the land of Man knowing
To stay would destroy her
And the moon glows to give her blessing.

Ailsa
© AilsaCawley Poetry 2015

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.

Ailsa
© 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

Ailsa
© AilsaCawley Poetry 2015

Unprovoked assault

You have confused me with a smile followed by an onslaught of vitriol
Disarmed by the kite of peace and attached to the string poison
Pouring out your hatred of me and why?
I have no clue
I am completely bewildered but you keep up the hatred
I want to ask what I did for this but know the answer
Nothing except be there
And you will carry this on while telling me I deserve it
I breath so that is enough for you
To issue venom and vicious words
I walk away and you smile at your victory
Assume I agree that I do not matter as you say is the case
Why else you ask?
Because I am better than to fight bitter with bitter
Beat hatred with the love within and silent contempt
Words are wasted on some.

Ailsa
© AilsaCawley Poetry 2015

Ice of ages

Your facade slides into place a smile suddenly on full beam
Just like the headlights of a car when the switch is flicked
So long have you held this persona in reserve it’s almost
Real
Too much longer and it will be all that is left
And you can carry on like the avoided iceberg
Because underneath it all is so great an amount of
Fear
Of not being a worthy person who matters
That you will seal your own fate by acting the part
Too long
You no longer know who it is that’s the real you
Frightened of who you might be If you’d be liked
Understood
So you keep the cold front from sheer terror
Watching you from the shaded warmth of anonymity
The woman of no consequence puzzles
Silent and aloud
As to your need for a facade, pity and anger mix
Gritting her teeth into an equally fake smile
Stops watching
As you have become of no matter to her
And you lose the game through her refusal to be
Forced to play any more

Ailsa
© 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.

Ailsa
©AilsaCawleyPoetry2015

Game Plan

She answers deferring, vacant expression 
As they stand in a line to explain 
Shaking their heads in laughing session
That she made a mistake yet again.

Profuse apologies commence from her lips
Nervously laughing as she stumbles about
They join together, an armada of ships 
Like guns they barrel poison words out

Are you stupid woman, can you not see it?
It’s so clear to us you aren’t of this world 
You haven’t a clue not even a bit 
As one has a hand in fist curled

The day has come, she has suffered enough
This mousey woman for whom nobody cares
She has decided now it’s time to get tough 
Out of the room she’s climbing the stairs

Her husband walks in, yes she’s sick 
Tells him she can’t even walk out the door 
They’ve no idea about what makes her tick 
And her decision is to take their haranguing to take no more 

She cannot be bold and speak of the plan
So now she stays till they leave her in her bed 
Then away she will go from that place where they ban, 
Her thoughts and her dreams from out of her head

Yes we saw, and you denied it was not possible it was you 
All over the place, bag clutched firmly in your hand 
Your eyes beseeching do not insist this is true 
Or on all my hopes they will again stand.

So little woman, they convinced you you’re stupid and mad
Now they run around looking like an army of pesky ants 
Their appearances tired, know now what they had 
As their old perfect world takes on a tough new slant.

Ailsa
©AilsaCawleyPoetry 2015

Offering everything

That was your battle cry, I heard it loudly as your anger exploded

Like a geyser when the pressure allows it to escape unchecked 

I gave her everything, I always offered everything everything she’d want

Did I what ? you say 

You scoff, why would I need to ask what she would want? 

I chose things to give her, pretty things to dress her up in like my own doll 

Yet she looks at me like I don’t know her at all!!

What would she like you to spend most? I ask 

Why there’s only money, you absurd creature (he’s chortling now, looking for an audience)

He folds his arms laughing loudly.

And pales when I whisper “time, you never spent time”.
Ailsa

©AilsaCawleyPoetry2015

Glacial fear

He taunts her in a crowd of friends and she smiles
Tells everyone who listens, and some who don’t
That she is cold, ignorant,  distant like ice or stone
Do they all see what he has to put up with?
He grins overdoing the sympathy swing
As her arms tighten over her midriff shielding
Trying to avoid the verbal slingshots by staying dead still
Like the hunted in the glare of hunter just before
When it’s end is in sight or it flies to safety
Why you ask doesn’t she move, do something? 
A fair question if you but only understand it
She is not always afraid of the aftershock
But the times she is less than successful in her deeds
Are the times she pays and heavily
Every move, thought of thought must be planned
Each word chosen with such precision
Still she doesn’t know if what was a fine peace move
For yesterday will again work or there’ll be questions
Repercussions
So she stands there quiet awaiting a queue
And it could so easily be the wrong decision
Don’t look through her like the unseen guest at a party
Speak but take care not for too long
Smile but be sure it’s not too often
See but be certain it’s not too closely
Now do you understand her dilemma?
Now do you see her glacial fear not knowing
If, when, how,  who changing rules
The mask is painted to give protection
Don’t ask her to remove it
It’s all she has left of herself.

Ailsa
© AilsaCawley Poetry 2015

Emperors disaster

Standing there like the emperor who’s convinced he wears a beautiful cloak,

Your cloth is of your own making, not pretty in any form

Revulsion and sickness rise together , while you grin insanely, inanely 

Finding the jokes in your head funny

Except they’re not, you’re not

Grown up children are irritating, at least the ones who think they amuse 

My feelings are deadened 

The practicality takes over again

No it’s not the first time, not the last time I sigh

For once my head and heart speak together 

As I wash away the foul, false cloth

I tell myself it’s a covering, to remove it 

Or I’d surely hate you now

Head and heart whisper again, then shout 

What to do I ask myself?

Anger builds like a tidal wave wiping away any pity, feelings 

If I do not escape I will drown with you

Ailsa 

©Ailsa Cawley Poetry 2015