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    A Dancing Way
    A Dancing Way
    A Dancing Way
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    A Dancing Way

    By Ailidh Morrison

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    Single mum of two girls, Ailidh Morrison is a passionate example of West Coast Womanhood. Born in 1974 she has spent most of her itinerant life on and around the West Coast of Scotland, finally settling in 2008 on the Isle of Eigg. Her poetry is driven by an elemental wildness that strives to combine the archetypal with the everyday. Sometimes playful sometimes melancholic, Ailidhs poetry provides a bridge between the knowledge and the experience of personal relationships and the souls reaction.
    She draws through her words an eloquent and moving play of human emotion; liberally allowing the natural and sexual nature of her own personality to illustrate and evoke the mystery of the human condition. Larger than life and a lover of life, her poetry is a conduit to sharing and facilitates an inclusive way of being; both with the Self and with others.
    Curly black haired and hazel eyed, she has a tendency to enjoy herself and lives to the absolute maximum, searching out new experiences and challenges. She also makes exceptional soup.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris UK
    Release dateApr 26, 2010
    ISBN9781450054812
    A Dancing Way
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    Ailidh Morrison

    Single mum of two girls, Ailidh Morrison is a passionate example of West Coast Womanhood. Born in 1974 she has spent most of her itinerant life on and around the West Coast of Scotland, finally settling in 2008 on the Isle of Eigg. Her poetry is driven by an elemental wildness that strives to combine the archetypal with the everyday. Sometimes playful sometimes melancholic, Ailidh’s poetry provides a bridge between the knowledge and the experience of personal relationships and the soul’s reaction. She draws through her words an eloquent and moving play of human emotion; liberally allowing the natural and sexual nature of her own personality to illustrate and evoke the mystery of the human condition. Larger than life and a lover of life, her poetry is a conduit to sharing and facilitates an inclusive way of being; both with the Self and with others. Curly black haired and hazel eyed, she has a tendency to enjoy herself and lives to the absolute maximum, searching out new experiences and challenges. She also makes exceptional soup.

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      A Dancing Way - Ailidh Morrison

      Shooglelin

      Such a peace befell me

      The night before the rampage

      of our hearts and emotions

      Friendship re-sought

      and found

      The homecoming

      to the rooms of our beloved’s mind

      Sharin to re-enable the able

      To grasp darting and constant

      the forms of natures layin prayin way

      Journeyin in a rain strewn evenin

      Blue casting grey as its understudy

      Inside a golden holden grace

      that empowers the gift o dance

      To chance the release of uncertainty

      She, He, Me and back

      Whirl jiggin the form o light

      throughout the night of revelry

      A savage owning and owing

      Ready yer sel tae do well

      for it is the gracetraced place of adorement

      As you are cherished

      I Like It Better

      In The Half Light

      I like it better in the half light

      I can see your smile cast shadows

      Banished grace leaves anger

      A dancing colour,

      Dark, burnished, red.

      I like it as an orifice;

      Emotions riding my plains

      as I listen to aching ebbs of feelings you taught me

      I like it hidden in a mass of bodies

      Caught touched by feet, limbs, hair and hands

      A place held in time to catch

      Where they care

      I am

      I like it better in the half light

      I can sense your smile

      Burnished grace grieves anger

      A dancing colour, dark banished bed

      I like it as an orifice of emotions

      Riding my

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