Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Category: seasons
Epiphany
Myrrh. Image public domain via Wikipedia. Today is Epiphany; not Epithany, as the Daily Mail would insist (I’m not linking to their error as I don’t like to give them clicks!). It’s Twelfth Night, a Christian celebration of the wise men, magi or kings… Continue Reading “Epiphany”
Winter Solstice
At 10.44 tomorrow morning (UT) it will be the Winter Solstice. The moment when as a planet, we appear to pause and take a breath before moving back towards longer days and the promise of spring. It’s been a tough year, there’s no getting… Continue Reading “Winter Solstice”
Making a Bird Feeder
We took a 4 pint plastic milk jug, cut a little ‘door’ near the base, covered it in the net from some onions so the food wouldn’t fall straight through, and used Gorilla tape to cover sharp edges and stiffen the plastic. We’ve hung… Continue Reading “Making a Bird Feeder”
Reasons to love Autumn…
Certainly the amazing sunrise on the way to work. The entire landscape brushed with gold. I’m now sitting in my garden, listening to the tiny rustle of invisible creatures, watching a harvest man dashing across the flags, and breathing cool, crisp air with just… Continue Reading “Reasons to love Autumn…”
By the Sea
Under windswept trees I close my eyes I am surrounded by the seas. Oceanic, Sweeping over Through Beyond me. Beeches, No beaches But the waves are the same. White horses gallop Through my tired mind. I am surrounded by the seas. Rushing towards Blinkered… Continue Reading “By the Sea”
Feeding the Birds
That’s the silver birch in my new back garden, and that’s a string of fat balls hanging off the stump of a recently pruned branch. You see, I moved recently, and it was incredibly stressful. I’m still in a mind-numbing dispute with my… Continue Reading “Feeding the Birds”
Greys and Golds
These past few years, Imbolc in Leeds has been a bit of a grey, damp affair. Wet, cold and uninspiring if taken at face value. As a witch in tune with her Celtic roots, face value is of little worth to me, so these… Continue Reading “Greys and Golds”
Dwell
Where I dwell Is forest, lake and moss Is grass and mud And paths well tracked Renewed with rain Yet strain and pain Are the stained glass In the window My face is pressed against. When I dwell On past and present Voices raised… Continue Reading “Dwell”
Snow Dreams
Plain white sky Like hotel sheets Dull and unexpecting Business like and taut. So featureless Yet promising Cold, white fluff Softness incarnate Deadly and sharp. Drifting down And against doors No pause No laws Against this invasion. I dream of snow; December’s promise Solstice… Continue Reading “Snow Dreams”
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