Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
That Little Laugh
No doubt you’ve seen us
The mischief makers
Followers of a chaotic
Maelstrom of love
A little smirk on our faces
A little laugh, perhaps
As we listen to words only
We can hear
Rocks and sweets and toys
In our pockets
No we don’t all have kids
But we all care for something
Maybe there’s a hint of cinnamon
A scratch of flint
A side eye across
An empty room
A hastily scribbled rune
On the back of a bus ticket
A snake tattoo
Or simply a nod
To the brightest star
You definitely know us
You’ve seen us around
We’ve seen you too
And so have They.
Mabh Savage 