Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Intermittent Cloud, Some Showers
I need to take inspiration
From the one year old
She is a joy storm
Crashing delight
Like waves against
My sinking ship
Lightning smiles
Hurricane howling laughter
My stress
My tears
My depression
Feel worthless
In the sight
Of her happiness
I want to give
The gift of peace
Tranquility
A calm day
And balmy sunshine
Or at least
Intermittent cloud
Some showers
Not that she’s never upset
But her tantrums come and
Go
Gone
Like cumulus nimbus
In a gale
Massive yet fleeting
At only one year old
She has learnt the art
Of letting go
While I can only hope
To tip my barometer
To intermittent cloud
Some showers.
Being a Full Time Writer
Means…
- Still being up at this time
- Veering from research topics as diverse as best restaurants in Richmond, VA to the way the full moon affects the sex drive
- Wine, lots of wine (not compulsory- well, it is for me.)
- Lists that go on forever
- The inability to say “no” to projects because they’re ALL SO NAGDARN EXCITING
- Blankets, cushions, cats
- Insisting that yes, I do need this right now, it’s for a writing thing ssh…
- No, get off, it’s mine!
- Hiding the bodies
The World Creaks
The world creaks
I stand on my step
Suddenly unsteady
As if I felt
The planet
Tilt
Wind teases
Rain taunts
Something is growing
Beneath
The earth warms
The sky cries
And the world
Creaks
Pigeons
The pigeons sat on me
The day I took the train.
I’d seen the old man
A local, perhaps
Or a tourist, but such a lack of
Surprise
At his avian invaders
He stood beneath the sighing sycamore
While feathered rats
Stood politely on arms and shoulders
Then he moved away,
As if nothing of import
Had occurred.
I stood in the same spot
Thinking nothing of it.
Within moments,
Feathery warmth assailed my arms
My shoulders
Then up to my neck
Nuzzling my hair
Then alarm started to set in
As one flew onto
The top of my head.
I felt its claws
Its beak
Hunting for bugs
Scrabbling for purchase
Panic’s knife edge threatened
But I moved carefully
And they gently flew to the ground
Landing in leaves and moss and grass.
The pigeons sat on me
I’d thought the old man special
Gifted
And perhaps he was
For his patience
And perhaps I was too.
Back to School
I’ve spent the summer holidays in a bit of a daze. We had an amazing honeymoon in Rhodes, and, quite frankly, didn’t really want to come back.
The sting of returning to a seemingly increasingly miserable country was somewhat assuaged by getting to spend time with the kids. We’ve done park, seaside, cuddly movies, game days, science days; but still, it’s gone in a whirl and the boys are back to school tomorrow and Wednesday (two different school with slightly different calendars).
I want to be pleased. It’s a great opportunity to get back into a structured routine. A regular sleeping pattern. Scheduled tasks. But, I guess I just don’t really relish it. I like lazy morning in PJs, or impromptu lunchtime meet-ups, or friends just popping in for a play date. I miss it during term time.
So, how to stay motivated? Well, I have a lot of work to do. I mean, a lot. I’m working on a book on environmental paganism, five separate essays, plus my “day job” which is copywriting for various brands. I’ll have so much more time to work, and once I get into a rhythm, I really do enjoy my work. The satisfaction of a job well done really helps when my mood is low, plus I relish the research and cross referencing- yeah, I know, I’m weird.
I think my mantra for the day is “Focus on the positive.” Clichéd, but I think it’s the only way to start school term again without being utterly miserable. And if I’m miserable about school starting, how are the kids gonna feel?? At least they get to spend even more time with their friends plus there’s a range of activities that are only on during term time- plenty of silver linings for this September cloud.
Time to suck it up, make the packed lunches the night before, fold the new uniforms and bag up the PE kit. Secretly though, I’m already looking forward to October half term.
Friday Feeling
Things that made me happy this week so far (my attempt at telling depression to bugger right off).
CHaOS science day at Oakwell Hall. Lots of experiments for the kids to try out. Baby ran amok across the grounds and we saw newts, rats, rabbits and various insects.
Spent some quality time with the husband. Stayed up way too late, mind. Zzz…
Took all the smaller children to Mini Breeze at Farsley. Was worried the boys would be super disappointed as it was too windy for the inflatables to go up, but they spent ages in the Bam Van making their own music track, and playing with the baby. Caught up with good friends. Watched the baby go nuts over three guide dogs (in a good way).
Booked a massage for the weekend.
Cleaned out a crazy cupboard.
Read a lot. Again, staying up too late.
Started to find motivation for paid work again, something which had been lacking since returning from our honeymoon in Rhodes.
Lots of baby (toddler) cuddles. Lots and lots.
What’s been your happy moment this week?
Trees!
Doing a bit of last minute research before my appearance on Radio 4’s Beyond Belief, being recorded on Wednesday.
