Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
NaPoWriMo Day 15: Old Creaker
Creaking like a ship at sea
Sails rattling and flapping
Snapping in a stiff
Ocean breeze
Salt in the wounds
Groaning, moaning,
Straining to rise
Rise above the decks
Like a looming wave;
I only trickle gently
Towards the final shore.
Mabh Savage 