Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Category: childhood
Better
Lit so blue A hue Of happiness No less No stress There’s mess But we don’t care Grab hair Share the Ouches Slouches on a Sunday Me and baby Out in the sun Two that were one Better this way.
Chemical Wonderful
He says Chemical Fresh My eyes widen What a term A germ Of genius Genuine wonder At spring’s youth We blunder Through each day Crazy and way Out of line But smell that Chemical wonder Tear me asunder With laughter Tears And pollen.
Close Circuit Life
White noise Light Screaming Electric whine AC/DC buzz Hum, hymn to Sweat and blood And tears Not fairs Grey hairs And loop And glitch Switch White noise Broken toys Nameless joys Extended scenes And screams And dreams Grey hairs From scares And truth Or… Continue Reading “Close Circuit Life”
If he ruled the world…
If he ruled the world Celebrity vloggers would Always tweet back Staying up all night Would be good for you Books could be Read in the dark Screen time would just be Time There would be No shouting No fussing No stressing No rushing… Continue Reading “If he ruled the world…”
Just One Taste
That little, sweet sound As she latches on; Pure satisfaction Simple contentment Though I give her But one taste A single flavour Of sustenance She is so grateful And happy And thus Sustains me.
Broken Treaty
How it hurts To be told No When you’ve said Yes All day To have your love Thrown in your face And kindness Thrown away I know he tries But then he lies I wish I knew The whys Battle resumed I man the… Continue Reading “Broken Treaty”
The Battle
And so begins NaPoWriMo 2018! Good luck to all who are participating. Constant lies Puppy dog eyes Butter would melt And why why whys Driving me insane This is my brain Pouring out my ears And down the drain.
Magpies
Photo by me, Magpie through a rainy window, copyright 2017. One for Sorrow Two for Joy Three for a Girl Four for a Boy Five for Silver Six for Gold Seven for a Secret Ne’er to be told. Ok, most of us will know… Continue Reading “Magpies”
Two Sides of the Wheel
It struck me today that for her entire life, there has been more darkness than light for my four-month-old. Born in November, weeks after the autumnal equinox, she has never known a time where the day outshone the night. My first born was almost… Continue Reading “Two Sides of the Wheel”
In Her Little House
In her little house with the sun streaming Fire not water through the gauze window Eyes squint with smiling and sunshine alike; Beautiful brain from bright face is beaming. Walls are angles; calculus; algebra; Floor to roof trajectory formula Figuring out the right arm… Continue Reading “In Her Little House”
Mabh Savage 