The Lady

The lady is visiting me tonight
She looks a little like my mammy
She always smiles but she can be fierce

She has these big, big wings
She said she’d take me to see the stars
Or take me on a dive below

She read to me and showed me the pictures
It was a weird story of people like her
And someone like me was in it

I think her stories are true, you know
The way she tells them with a knowing smile
I don’t want to worry my mammy

She won’t know of my adventure
I’ll have to keep it secret
And I’ll be back for breakfast

I only need to see those stars up high
To know I’m getting near
The lady shall take me

She is here. She thinks I’m asleep
She has an odd expression
I don’t understand

At first I thought she was tall but I’ve grown
She is really quite small
She’s seen me now, I’m giggling

“You still want to see the midnight jewels?”
I’m nodding, grinning
At last I’ll see what I long for

She’s cradling me in her arms and air hits me hard
It hurts but I can’t help my smile
We’re going down not up

I’m scared; I can’t see my stars
We went so far; my eyes hurt
I can’t see her but I can’t look

Maybe I’m dreaming but I smell smoke
It’s clogging my throat
I need my mammy’s medicine

I open my eyes
She’s sat across from me
She’s holding grey rings

I’m tied to this chair
I’m really, really scared
I’m wishing I was home

She’s looking at me
I’m useless to myself
She looks nothing like my mammy

She’s smiling and frowning at me
This must be bad
The lady’s bad, really bad

“Maybe I’d like my mammy now”
“Maybe another day”
My eyes are streaming with droplets

They look like the stars above
Mine are falling, falling hard
I can’t rise up to go home

**This was meant to be written from a small child's point of view. I am not very happy about it but it was an experiment. All comments welcome. Any advice for this type of writing?**