Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Category: writing
Why am I a Celtic witch?
What does that mean, and how is it different from any other type of witchcraft? Well let‘s look at the ‘witch’ part first; when I say I am a witch, I‘m saying I harness the energies around and within me to instigate change. Mahatma Ghandi said: ‘Be… Continue Reading “Why am I a Celtic witch?”
On Witchcraft…
…everything is achievable if you employ common sense and ambition. The first step to completing a task, is believing that you can do it. That’s not enough, of course; you must work hard, plan where necessary and garner help when one person is not… Continue Reading “On Witchcraft…”
The Wind Came At Night
In the days of chilling blaze Springtime sun as winter fades Dazzling spears and green grass blades The gale the only blight. Driving out to picnics gay February turning into May Hearts and smiles throughout the day But the wind came at night Batten… Continue Reading “The Wind Came At Night”
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”
Juxtaposition
The new moon, sliver of silver Sits upon the cloud throne Serious as ever. Never have I felt Such grief For someone I never met Yet my soul is aching Heart is breaking Diamonds in my eyes Make jewels street lights. This modern love… Continue Reading “Juxtaposition”
Cernunnos Rising
In Pagan Pages this month I was lucky enough to interview George Nicholas of Cernunnos Rising. Read the interview here.
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”
Midwinter Madness
I’m sat in the doctor’s waiting room about to unveil a tale of woe for my long suffering GP. I’m coughing my guts up, but that’s not even on my list; a list I have to bring or my mushy brain will inevitably cause… Continue Reading “Midwinter Madness “
Mabh Savage 