Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Category: Nature
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 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 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”
Birds at Bealtaine
Bealtaine 2022 As is traditional, we started our Bealtaine celebrations last night. Bealtaine, never Beltane, to honour the very living Irish traditions (and language!) the word comes from. Yes, I’ve called it Beltane in the past. No, I shouldn’t have done. When you know… Continue Reading “Birds at Bealtaine”
Moon Day Mondays
Waxing Crescent – First Quarter Last night it seemed so bright and strong A bow of light A bower capable of Lifting the world As I glided home along motorways Lokabrenna searing my eyes By my side the whole way Orion’s companion A torch… Continue Reading “Moon Day Mondays”
Imbolg
Brigid came on the wind Blessing the brat bhríde Soaking it with cool rain Not quite winter waters Not quite springtime showers Tears from that in-between Liminal state of season A grief, a keening for the darkness Slowly washing away In the inevitable turn… Continue Reading “Imbolg”
Monday: Moon Day
I’ve been thinking a lot about the different aspects of my Pagan path lately. One of the things that has been constant since I was very young is my fascination with the moon. I think it’s the fact that the power of the moon… Continue Reading “Monday: Moon Day”
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