Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Month: September 2014
Pens on the Table
There are pens on my table I just can’t explain When every refrain Is tapped out on the lap top Or vigorously thumbed Into iPhone note pad apps Between bites of baps And inevitable wine Lubricating the rhyme There are pens on my table… Continue Reading “Pens on the Table”
A Modern Celt by Mabh Savage
Hi stearzeebrerorothuysmar2007. I really want to contact you however you have no option on your page for comments or messages. I’m a little upset that you have made a pdf of my book and are giving it away for free. Assuming that’s what this… Continue Reading “A Modern Celt by Mabh Savage”
Taken from Notes from a Gentle Heart…
…is a wonderful review of my book, A Modern Celt: Seeking the Ancestors. Laura Perry tells us in her own words what she thought of it. Thanks Laura, glad you enjoyed it!
Coming Home to Mouldy Guacamole
I almost wish it were A metaphor for death; decay! Instead you’ll be surprised To hear me say That coming home to Mouldy guacamole Holy moley! Guacamole! Is actually a measure Of my happiness My pleasure Green and lumpy Like it should be Now… Continue Reading “Coming Home to Mouldy Guacamole”
Mabh Savage 