Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Better
Lit so blue
A hue
Of happiness
No less
No stress
There’s mess
But we don’t care
Grab hair
Share the
Ouches
Slouches on a
Sunday
Me and baby
Out in the sun
Two that were one
Better this way.
Mabh Savage 