Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Category: society
NaPoWriMo Day 7: Do I Let The Cats?
Do I let the cats heal me? Press their tiny beans Into my sore muscles Again and again A much needed kneading. Do I let their meowing Cacaphony Chase away the Twittering birds of brain. Do I let the earthquake rumble Of purring Ground…
NaPoWriMo Day Three: Sacred Crossroads
Wandering, feet finding their own way Over treacherous stones Sucking mud puddles Velvet grass, chomped short By sheep. The wood, the fields, the ditches Are my pathways To walk without interference From my unruly mind. These shoes have seen a lot Fights, nights out,…
NaPoWriMo Day 2: Fake News
We share and we share and we share But we don’t care Where the words came from Which mouth spewed the rhetoric That currently resonates With our own bitterness Which bilious belly Heaved and hurled this ‘news’ Onto the world stage. We snap and…
Let’s play!
An outdoor, under cover play area so bored kids can unwind from shopping even though it’s throwing it down with rain? Well done, White Rose Centre. Good work.
Big Deal
Just because something isn’t a big deal to you, doesn’t mean it isn’t a big deal to someone else. If someone tells you something is bothering them, listen. It’s completely okay to not understand. It’s not okay to belittle their emotions. If someone snaps,…
Elusive Happiness
I felt happy several times this weekend. Playing with my little girl. Hearing her laugh. Watching her grow. Seeing friends. Chatting. Sharing. Unwinding. Watching Buffy. Chilling. Escaping. Yet as I fell asleep, or tried to, on Sunday night, all I could think about was…
Imbolc Treasure
Imbolc is the Celtic festival of winter’s end, the start of spring, and is celebrated on the first or second of February. Spring isn’t here yet, but we’ve made it to halfway between winter solstice and the equinox. Lambs are on their way, and…
