Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
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Relax
I’ve written and sung about being motivated, keeping the nose to the grindstone, and being true to one’s goals and desires. Today however, I’m happy to not push myself. I didn’t sleep well. Simple tasks are tricky. I curdled mustard sauce and was fooled… Continue Reading “Relax”
The Baker
Doughy warmth and rising Yeasty goodness drifting Longingly through the house Luring family back From their endeavours To the kitchen Asking what it is What’s that smell Home and love And dreams of full bellies Time taken, effort, Achievement and completion Some just starting,… Continue Reading “The Baker”
Sunrise
Orange streaking wonder like Across the boards of blue Calling unto you Twanging every string In the guitar of your soul Alto cumulus Herring backed and tickled pink Perfect little lines Framing the moon: An absurdly gorgeous half Smooth and sharply cut A wedge… Continue Reading “Sunrise”
The Power of Prophecy
Throughout the Celtic legends there are references to prophecies, futures foretold and promises made by victors and losers alike. One of the most famous prophecies by the Morrigan is told at the end of Cath Maige Tuired, the great battle that Lugh wins against… Continue Reading “The Power of Prophecy”
Hey
Hey Miss it once Hey Look up Two jackdaws in a sycamore tree One edged along the main branch Blinking down at me in curiosity Sharing the autumn sun All three cloaked against the autumn wind The two birds aren’t hunting Or foraging Simply… Continue Reading “Hey”
Spirituality or Practicality?
The Romans are said to have been astonished by the range of gods and spirits the Celtic peoples honoured, yet the Celts were feared for their prowess in war, helped mightily by their ability to travel far across land and sea. So they were… Continue Reading “Spirituality or Practicality?”
Footprints
The sun rises; the sun sets. It is another day. Another path to tread, To leave footprints in the dirt. Or to pass unnoticed. Counting only seconds Only minutes Held not within the turn of the earth But trapped within the turn of the… Continue Reading “Footprints”
Fluffy Clouds
Somebody needs to invent a chair that is like sitting on a fluffy little cloud. Every part of me would be perfectly supported and there would be no need for sensible stretch breaks or time away from my luminous screen which would of course… Continue Reading “Fluffy Clouds”
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