Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
NaPoWriMo Day Four: Grey Sky Mood
When the sky is grey
Like fluffy grease
From the bottom
Of a chef’s shoe
Like a smear of ash
From a dead campfire
Like pencil shading
Abruptly halted
By the snapping of lead.
When the sky is grey
And looms above my garden wall
I sigh,
And fall, and fall, and fall.
Mabh Savage 