Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Month: April 2018
The Language of Weather
I speak in raindrops Wet and wild Whipping tears To join me But sometimes Pitter pattering On tent walls Soothing Dream like Tiny heartbeats. I wail in wind Tornado tantrums Testy twister Throwing; hurling Except sometimes I take a kite Gently, expertly Earth To… Continue Reading “The Language of Weather”
NaPoWriMo: A Veteran’s Guide
My thoughts, hints and tips on successfully completing NaPoWriMo, written for the Pagan Federation Disabilities Team. Read it here.
Close Circuit Life
White noise Light Screaming Electric whine AC/DC buzz Hum, hymn to Sweat and blood And tears Not fairs Grey hairs And loop And glitch Switch White noise Broken toys Nameless joys Extended scenes And screams And dreams Grey hairs From scares And truth Or… Continue Reading “Close Circuit Life”
If he ruled the world…
If he ruled the world Celebrity vloggers would Always tweet back Staying up all night Would be good for you Books could be Read in the dark Screen time would just be Time There would be No shouting No fussing No stressing No rushing… Continue Reading “If he ruled the world…”
Must a Man
Ten parts water One part gin Three parts angel One part sin 5 and a half quarts Ruby red 100,000 hairs One brain, one head One dash of anxiety Drawn at night One dream One fright One ‘it’s alright’ Two arms to hold Hold… Continue Reading “Must a Man”
Just One Taste
That little, sweet sound As she latches on; Pure satisfaction Simple contentment Though I give her But one taste A single flavour Of sustenance She is so grateful And happy And thus Sustains me.
Broken Treaty
How it hurts To be told No When you’ve said Yes All day To have your love Thrown in your face And kindness Thrown away I know he tries But then he lies I wish I knew The whys Battle resumed I man the… Continue Reading “Broken Treaty”
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… Continue Reading “Shadows in the Dark”
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 