Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Shadows in the Dark
Look at that patch there
Just a little thicker
A touch more velvety
Swirling slightly
In the backdraft from the
Swinging bedroom door.
Switch on the light
And it retreats,
Like the rest of the darkness
Like any of us
Eyes abused by sudden
Sharp shock
Of luminescence
We hide our heads
Where they live.
The light is off again
The glass of water filled
The book retrieved
The phone on charge
The baby fed
The window closed
The tap tightened
The covers pulled up
Close round ears.
The thicker patches of darkness
Swirl and stream
Across the silent room
Mesmerising motion
An ocean of ink
That will never tell a story;
A shadow play.
Mabh Savage 