Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
NaPoWriMo Day One: Hornsea Mist
The mist over the sea comes in hard
White fuzz, silencing the horizon
While the shoreline cracks and hammers
Wave after wave of angry
Turning tide.
The town gathers anyway
Braving the blustery spittle
High-vis high octane madness:
Carts and coats and concerts
Singing gutsy enough
To drown out the gravel tipped teeth
Of the sea.
Still the mist encroaches
Like a bubble
Closing in
Winter’s last hurrah
But we sing in Spring
Melodious, proud: warm.
Mabh Savage 