Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
NaPoWriMo Day 17: Black Eyes
Crawling out of swamps
Dripping metaphors
Like similes
That sear the skin
Scream off
Siren wails and
Black eyes pierce
The bard’s heart
A bobbing larynx
Gulping at tightness
In throat.
Waiting with a lute,
Waiting to write of fear
Instead, song upon song
Of glowing white hair
And night-sky deep black eyes.
Mabh Savage 