Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
NaPoWriMo Day 14: Short Straw
Who could take a piece of straw
And build a house
A home
A hearth
Of heart and bone
Then live alone
No love
No joy;
No distractions.
This straw was not the short one.
Mabh Savage 