Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Plenty
Plenty of fish in the
Shop, striking, slicing batter and
Chip off the old block
Out the lights, the blinding
Light the candle, don’t curse the
Dark before dawn, the morn, the
Yawning chasm of emptiness
Jumping and leaping from
One idea island to another
Can’t get feet wet
Can’t step on the crack
Don’t want
To break my back.
Mabh Savage 