Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Hot
Wow. It’s hot.
Holiday hot.
Sapphire sky hot.
BBQ out now hot.
Endless washing line fill hot.
Tarmac tacky almost wet hot
Haze even on the gem green grass hot.
Jeans unto shorts unto bikini hot.
Sleep elusive and duvet gone crazy hot.
Melted brain losing the feet of the iambic mess… Oh yes.
It’s hot.
Mabh Savage 