Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Category: environment
Keep Turning the Lights Off
I sometimes feel In the singular Even in my own home Flicking switches Tightening taps Rinsing our eggshells Crushing them Like brittle dreams But over time My way is becoming The way Save the jars Scrub and recycle the plastic Make towers of tubs…
