Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
I opened the curtains
I love you
I gasped
Who are you talking to
She says
You know when you hear the bird song
In the middle of the night
And no sign as to what woke the singer
When the tree branches move in the wind
Straining, creaking, groaning against each other
When the hidden laugh comes
From somewhere dark and bright
When the wind comes
Always at night
When the mist rises from nowhere
Grey and lark-like lingering
Damp like sweet desire
And discarded coats
Yes that’s it
That’s my love
Paint my heart with green
And cast it to the beak of a dove.
Mabh Savage 