Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Month: March 2014
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… Continue Reading “Dadouchos”
Two Great Ladies
Two great ladies One hot and wild The dance; the arms flail The legs stamp The mouth opens in silent rapture She moves through me Jumping and starting Shouting and biting down On cries that seem too crow like To be human. Two great… Continue Reading “Two Great Ladies”
Unrepentant
The question appears Over and over A litany of loneliness Or would be If I knew what that meant Pretentions aside This is a question I can’t answer The meaning of life? It well could be The mysteries of the universe? It certainly is… Continue Reading “Unrepentant”
Storm
Stone and sea won’t wait for me Follow me up Follow me down Sky cries out so angrily Follow me through Follow me ’round Lightning breaks like anxious sweat Follow me here Follow me there Rain soaked dreams I can’t forget Follow me out… Continue Reading “Storm”
Untravelled
That tentative touch Meant more than Grasping hands Or heat and hearts Or legs intwining Dangerous, damaging No, nothing carnal Nothing of the sort Yet it burns hotter Hotter than I remember Harder than you know Heavier than salt And twice the sting In… Continue Reading “Untravelled”
Writing Therapy
I find writing a wonderful coping mechanism. If in doubt, write it out! Poems, songs, even random ramblings all help me put my thoughts into some kind of order; left to their own devices, they squabble and have no pecking order, but on the… Continue Reading “Writing Therapy”
Still…
Gut stained purple Still saying no Stars fade forever Still have to go Sunlight sudden Still in shadow Snow in summer Still burning cold Stomach at the circus Still drop the curtain Lion needs taming, Still crack the whip Heart in free fall Still… Continue Reading “Still…”
Spring in Burntwood (3)
And strange little holes that had to be investigated with torches. This one, formed by part of an ancient pipe, held about a dozen snails, sheltering from the sunny spell.
Mabh Savage 