Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
The Wedding
I married
The old stone wall
Hidden behind
The rhododendrons
I found it
When the snow
Angel coloured lead
Bowed the branches
White flakes
For my veil
We borrowed
The blue
Sky, old
And new
And stood in front
Of ourselves
No witnesses.
Mabh Savage 