Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Lick the Sky
It’s Imbolc
And I want to
Lick the sky
Those fiery stripes
Must surely be
As sweet as sunrise ice.
The blackbird nods
Tail bouncing on the wall
Of a run down council house.
The Honda Prelude that
Cuts me up
Is a square assed snap chat
Of the past
And the wind turbine
Crazy in the cruel bite
Of winter’s last stand
Is a bright spark of
Future hope.
It’s Imbolc
And I want to
Grasp the earth
Bulbs tickling my cheek
With first new shoots
Reach out with great
Goddess hands
Surround the sky
And lick.
Mabh Savage 
Reblogged this on Sounds of Time and commented:
Resharing for Imbolc. Brigid’s blessings!
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