Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Dadouchos
She gave me a gem
A round cut diamond
Yet oddly purple
In the light from her torches
How did she hold
Two searing fires
Yet stretch out her palm
To show the waiting gift
I knew she handed me
My heart
And though I took it
Grateful and surprised
I now know not what
To do with it.
Mabh Savage 