Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Post Solstice Blues
The longest day
Was wild
Was fun
With number one
My precious son
Who charms
And smiles
And plays
And whiles
Away the day
That stretches
Until the very fabric
Of dusk is
Thin
Like ancient parchment
On which is scribed
The secrets of
The universe
Then waking post solstice:
Rain and gloom and
Fog and doom and
Mundane madness
Mot, plug faulty,
Purse empty
Child grumpy
Bed lumpy; weak cup of tea…
A headache grows
And blows the beauty
Out of mind
But stay, and pray;
What is that stray
Beam of beauty
Falling through my curtain?
Lugh’s promise: Balor’s gaze.
A vow of brighter days.
I smile, and blues are fading
In the haze.
Mabh Savage 