Little Miss Roses
Blithely you skip along your enchanted pathway that you’ve strewn with flowers
your world is so rose tinted and looks so clear cut
that you can already imagine the sparkling future with a rock on your hand.
And see what a wonderful time you’re going to make if only you could shut out the showers.
Those dark clouds that will hang over your head
filled with the raindrops your eyes are going to shed
tell yourself with each reality you make there’s something better than this
But never realised have you? They’re ten a penny wishes
like a dandelion that scatters to the wind in the breeze
You’ll canter on like a skittish Arabian horse, nothing to hold your head in place
So you’ll wander to the next and next with syrupy ease
Your so adept within your lie, you even fooled yourself
While you robbed a warm heart of all it could possibly give
with a vampiric ease left it beating slowly on the trodden earth
having touched the body and turned it to stone just like Medusa’s curse
You keep skipping happily along your merry route
For your last victim is stronger than you ever could see
ahead I am watching your rainbow far closer than you had done
I am struck by the fact you overlooked (on purpose?)
that rainbow tinkles prettily I grant you that
But it would, being made from coloured broken glass .
The world he’s locked in
His stories are those of a person persuaded
That life has passed him by
People crushing his spirit and grinding
Their heels into his head
Because he isn’t what was expected.
So he chooses the path of least resistance
Pressing a button that destroys his world
Because he’s afraid of losing happiness
Fighting it from happening is easier
Than the disappointment as it walks away.
He’s tired of hiding behind the shell of pretence
That he’s so carefully constructed
To show the world the clown who loses
But it’s there flickering , the light
That’s now refusing to be extinguished
Now he knows some people believe in him.
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.
Cup of healing poison
Sip by sip from the poisoned chalice she takes the dreaded drink
Knowing what it does but unable to stop
It’s like a fire burning out of control and this is kill or be killed
So she’s chosen to take chances with slow pain
Something tells her whispering in her ear that’s the only chance
Her hand quavers slightly as her smile shines
No one shall see and she is ready to crawl away hiding as it attacks
The fire is intense, powerful and consuming
As she decides to take the last of it at a glug knowing
Her last breath could come after this swallow
She lays down to sleep like the dead, be the dead ready now
And as she feels herself drifting
Watching herself from afar her acceptance is final
Her motto it is what it is ringing in her ears
Sees a tiny shrivelled part
Not a heart for she feels it beat louder and stronger than ever
To herself she advances picking up the knotted cord
As it collapses to dust on her fingers
The girl on the floor awakes and walks into her shadow as she hears
Welcome back welcome back lost one
But it tasted so bitter and it was poisoned she thinks
The voice replies this was your restorative like a cleansing pool
It was to wash you free of hurt
You have to feel to remove hurt and it is now dust
A fresh beginning is yours to take
Be as a Phoenix and rise strong but gentle as the healing waters
The past is gone, it is but dust.
Ailsa Cawley has been writing stories, poems and verses since she was a child.
It’s not always what is considered poetry by some, as she isn’t a lover of sweet, schmaltzy rhymes!
She is currently writing her first novel. A psychological thriller with a paranormal element, and she hopes to bring out a poetry collection one day!
She lives on the Isle of Skye. While some of her poetry is written from personal experience, others are written from her slightly dark and twisted imagination.