Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Jam
Sticky, clicky poppy lid
Snaps open; nasal bliss
Ensues; a sugary mid
Morning madness
Red, glistening, pips
Upon my shoulder
Captain of the preserves
Conserve my energy
For this conserve
A jewel upon my knife
Then spread on wheat
Burnt, golden, sweet
Jam makes a happy life!
Mabh Savage 