Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Moon Day Mondays
Waxing Crescent – First Quarter
Last night it seemed so bright and strong
A bow of light
A bower capable of
Lifting the world
As I glided home along motorways
Lokabrenna searing my eyes
By my side the whole way
Orion’s companion
A torch of hope and clarity.
Today I feel like the curvy deliciousness
Though fatter and seemingly firmer
Is a fragile beast
Barely keeping together
Fighting through clouds
Of miscommunication
Battling light pollution
Too many egos
Too many cooks
Spoiling the broth
Putting salt instead of sugar
In my already weak tea
What a baffling phase this is
Tentative and changeable
Sat upon its curve and swinging, swinging
A hopelessly beautiful hammock
Oh just let me sleep.
Mabh Savage 