Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Category: seasons
NaPoWriMo Day 30: Into May
The mayfly’s butt wiggles and those Long trails flip and flash Sitting on my car Early, you’re early I say, You won’t even see May You’ll be gone by this time tomorrow But to you that life is full Rich Fulfilling You’ll do your… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 30: Into May”
NaPoWriMo Day 26: Bee
Oh to be a bee Buzzing happily Fat and fluffy (I’ve got that covered) Getting shit done Sweetness in every job Nectar, pollen, honey Head in the flowers Resting in the sun Flying in a physics-defying manner Goddess-kept and loved A busy, buzzy, bee… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 26: Bee”
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”
Cold Moon
January’s full moon has many traditional names, from Wolf Moon in America to Old Moon, Snow Moon, or Cold Moon in Europe. I like Cold Moon – it’s frosty right now in Yorkshire, not snowy, and January is a deep, cold month. It encourages… Continue Reading “Cold Moon”
Autumn Equinox: Reflect, Relax, Rejuvenate
This equinox lead up has been a melting pot of fiery sunsets, a huge and glimmering moon for three nights, and an unhealthy dose of insomnia. Colour me not surprised to find out that many of my magical colleagues have also been kept awake… Continue Reading “Autumn Equinox: Reflect, Relax, Rejuvenate”
NaPoWriMo Day 2: Something Changed
A witch of the wind I’ve always been Smelling out the change in seasons Through the breaths between the words The inhale before each breeze Which leaves a blossom scented stillness Or in autumn, the petrichor of rotting leaves and rain Or in winter,… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 2: Something Changed”
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… Continue Reading “Keep Turning the Lights Off”
Imbolc Blessings!
May the first stirrings of spring be felt joyfully within you. Here’s my musings from last year: https://mabhsavage.com/2019/02/01/imbolc-treasure/
The Christmas Tree
May you have a wonderful Yuletide or Christmas, however you may be celebrating or spending your time these next few days. Here’s my musings on the magic of the Christmas Tree over at Pagan Pages: https://paganpages.org/emagazine/2019/12/01/notes-from-the-apothecary-56/ 🌟
Mabh Savage 