Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
NaPoWriMo Day 8: Cold Spring
Cold in Spring
It’s so cold
My fingers shake
Autocorrect is basically
Writing this poem
Frigidity has stolen
My literary talents
Such as they were
But the stars,
My gods, the stars…
Mabh Savage 