Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Bright Morning
Angel heavy sky
Blue and white
Just doesn’t cover it
Purple; grey; silver;
Gold that can’t be looked upon
Bright as life
Gorgeous as a soul.
Face turns away
And feel the heat
Unnatural within
The crisp winter air.
Warm hand stroking
A frosty cheek.
Will I melt?
If I do,
I don’t mind.
Mabh Savage 