Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Cry of the Cailleach
Winter cries
A broken sob
Of rain and throbbing grey
To wistful white
A sorry sight
A tear track trails
And smiling fails
As frost bites hard
Each chew and chomp
Enamel stomp
Upon a tongue
Of furry sludge
A grisly grudge
A snarling wind
And screeching trees
Fog whispers please…
And begs for entry
To the heart
The roaring hearth
The glowing soul
Oh let me in, let me in…
Cailleach cries
But listen not
If you are wise.
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Mabh Savage 
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‘Oh let me in, let me in,’ / Cailleach cries / But listen not / If you are wise.’
I like this ending, makes me ponder the consequences of acquiesing to her cry…
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Thanks! I think that although we should accept that winter is a part of the natural cycle of things, that doesn’t mean we should let it walk all over us…
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