Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
An Ode to My New Coat
Wrapped in
Tiny, tiny pillows
Downy treats
To snuggle in
On streets
While walking
In snow
Hail or rain
No pain
No sting
Just cuddling
My purple joy
My new toy
I’ve waited so long
This song
Is for the coat
I yearned for
Without even
Knowing it.
Silky sacks of feathers
Siccing all the weathers
I am a child again
Hugging tight
Colour night
And thumbing
Nose at
Snow.
Mabh Savage 