Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
February Coming…
Storm up storm up
Wind flying flailing mad
Angry at the sky ground sea
Waves crashing o’er me
Rattling bones of stones
The ocean’s carcass
Dragging on the coast again
A car floats
Slowly down
South Promenade
While we huddle
Against the rage.
Mabh Savage 