Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Old Ways/New Ways
I’m frying things in butter
Oil in cupboard, with the clutter
Bottling rainwater from buckets
Standing guard until it chucks it
Down and how I check the weather
Smell of air and pinch of leather
Pine cone shrinking, mercury rising
Direct sun and cloud apprising
As if I can tell them what to do.
But I write this on my smartphone
Fruit of youth no Celtic bygone
And I check notifications
For my next purification
Crystal Jilly posts on Facebook
Love and joy, kindness and luck
And when the butter burns and smokes
Electric fan extracts while we tell jokes
About politics, science, art
Passions of the head and heart
Those ways, new ways, that show us
What to do.
Mabh Savage 