Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
October
It’s the first of October
It’s a rainy day
It’s rescuing birds from cats
It’s snuggling in a blanket while writing
It’s letting the kids binge on films
It’s not worrying about hanging the washing out
It’s piles of procrastination
It’s thinking about putting the heating on
It’s fallen oak leaves and conkers and getting stuck in brambles
It’s slick mud
It’s switching my ASMR feed to crackling fires
It’s the approach of Samhain
It’s bats and spiders and ghost in shop windows
It’s darkening and deepening
It’s October.
Mabh Savage 