Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Month: April 2023
NaPoWriMo Day 10: The Curlew, She Calls Me
Nothing moves me more than their call Whooping joyfully over the tents Winding up over and over A perpetual toy helicopter Always on the verge of either Taking off or landing The beating wings so fierce So fast Then soaring effortlessly While their ghost… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 10: The Curlew, She Calls Me”
NaPoWriMo Day 9: Egg Hunt
Time to get cracking Climb out of sleep bagging Put down all the packing And get on the hunt! The Easter Bun’s been And we’ve already seen A gold-blue silver sheen Glinting out of the grass. Little hands take the lead Running hard through… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 9: Egg Hunt”
NaPoWriMo Day 8: A Naming
Image copyright Mabh Savage 2023. Image ID: Green grass and bright blue sky with a few small white clouds seen through the mesh window of a tent. We stood before the gods and named him Parents, sponsors, family, friends, and tribe They held him… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 8: A Naming”
NaPoWriMo Day 7: Finding Tribe
Image copyright Mabh Savage 2023. Image ID: Trees silhouetted against a starry night sky. We come together in the great field Some linked by blood Many not But all in joy And canvas And love of the fire We laugh and cry and hold… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 7: Finding Tribe”
NaPoWriMo Day 5: Salsa
Cailleach peering through the window
But get this tapping
Rhythm in the soul…
NaPoWriMo Day 4: Listing
Have you tried a notebook?
Have you tried keeping lists?
Have you tried a planner?
NaPoWriMo Day 3: Moon Shock
Walking along the front
We chatter like magpies
Black and white in the evening light
Caught between sea spray and coal dust…
NaPoWriMo Day 2: Chicken
He plays chicken with the ocean
Calmly strolling along the promenade
While waves beat a samba…
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… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day One: Hornsea Mist”
Mabh Savage 