Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Curry Night
Stepping back into my kitchen
Which smells of
Fenugreek
Curry leaf
Happiness
A potato heavy
Vegan affair
That does surprisingly little
To soak up
Two shots of whiskey
And a glass of homemade
Cherry wine.
Step out again,
Wobble around the house
Check for the moon
Check for the fox
What does it say
Only the shrill wheeze
Of my own breath.
Mabh Savage 