Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Category: writing
Sunbathing Blackbird
This beautiful boy just hopped casually into the garden, flopped down, spread his wings and luxuriated in the sun. Why wouldn’t you?
Palm Weevil
This gorgeous creature is a good couple of inches long. We discovered it as it was clinging onto my fiancé’s foot on the beach of Port Cristo! I rescued it (and him) and sat it in the shade until it recovered enough to move… Continue Reading “Palm Weevil”
Saturday Blues
There’s are days when getting up and dressed seem a major achievement. I found clothes! I put them on and don’t look utterly stupid! But then I feel stupid for congratulating myself over such a tiny thing. How can I be proud of myself, an… Continue Reading “Saturday Blues”
June 9th, Britain
Sitting in bed Waiting for the world to end Or maybe to start. My heart A battlefield of friends And enemies Love and passion Embers fizzling in the rain The aftermath. Scared to read, scared not to read Fearmongers long for both But my… Continue Reading “June 9th, Britain “
Spring Treasure
I’m languishing in bed feeling sorry for myself at the moment, however at the start of the Easter break I did manage to get out and about a bit. Nathan and I had a lovely walk to our local town, via the woods that… Continue Reading “Spring Treasure”
Talking with the Morning
Monday Morning Moods I read an article in the e-zine I write for (Pagan Pages), about speaking with our morning spirits. I liked the article because it encourages you to address your own moods in a morning, and points out that it doesn’t matter… Continue Reading “Talking with the Morning”
World Book Day
After accepting that mummy simply did not have the skill nor the will to fabricate a Harry Potter costume overnight, Nathan decided he would ‘wear a word’ which is a great option this year. Especially for those of us with dubious organisational skills and… Continue Reading “World Book Day”
Doves and Pigeons
Image copyright: Columba Oenas, Stock Dove; Jim Gifford via Wikimedia Commons. Doves are generally known as birds of peace; the bearer of the olive branch at the end of the flood. The great thing about researching my book of magical birds, is finding juxtapositions… Continue Reading “Doves and Pigeons”
My Tuesday Valentine
I know it’s Valentine’s Day A Christian throwback To a Roman party Whips and wolves Reduced to discount chocolates Cards compete In the cheese wars; Drawers renewed With lingerie that Doesn’t fit. I know it makes no sense This consumerist cock up Of religious… Continue Reading “My Tuesday Valentine”
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