Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
NaPoWriMo Day 19: ASMR
I decided to write about things I love
Things that move me
Change me
Settle me
Heartily aware
Of the potential narcissism
Of ME ME ME
But here we go…
ASMR
Sits in my heart
A triumph of tingles
From my scalp to my toes
I get the whole range
The tickly head
The shivers down the neck
The goose-bumps across the back
There’s no knack
You either feel it
Or you don’t
And it makes me so happy
That I do
So thank you JoJo
Maria
Gibi
Madi
Thank you for treading Softly in Galoshes
Or keeping the Rift Ephemeral
Thank you for Red’s Whispers
Woodland walks
Lakeside talks
Antique shops
Ticking tapping clocks
And catalogues
And brushes for canvases and faces
And all those different, fascinating places
Thank you for my sleepy feels
Thank you, Goodnight Moon.
Beltane at Home
I celebrate Beltane from sunset tonight, May eve, throughout tomorrow- and even into the weekend at times. It’s a festival of fire, of creativity, of passion and of hope for the coming summer. Unable to attend festivals or gather with friends, there are still ways to celebrate and enjoy the season from home, as detailed in the Bad Witch’s Blog’s recent post.
How will you be celebrating this year?
NaPoWriMo Day 18: Glass
Is it animal, vegetable, or mineral?
We’re playing twenty questions
And the boy can’t quite figure out
If glass is one of the three
Or none
One or none
Or some of all
It’s mineral
I say, without thinking
But then I do think
I think of the sea, the beach
The tiny creatures bashed to oblivion
By wild waves
Flecks of kelp and bladderwrack
Preserved forever
And I realise his confusion
Has way more merit
Than my certainty.
NaPoWriMo Day 17: Black Eyes
Crawling out of swamps
Dripping metaphors
Like similes
That sear the skin
Scream off
Siren wails and
Black eyes pierce
The bard’s heart
A bobbing larynx
Gulping at tightness
In throat.
Waiting with a lute,
Waiting to write of fear
Instead, song upon song
Of glowing white hair
And night-sky deep black eyes.
Earth Day Moot
Some great discussion and videos over at our Earth Day Moot, do pop along! Just click the event link and scroll through the posts.
https://facebook.com/events/s/pagan-fed-earth-day-online-moo/1455134451361492/?ti=icl
NaPoWriMo Day Sixteen: Drunkk
I had an idea
For words
In the middle of the night
In vino veritas
Perhaps
But definitely
In vino no memoriae.
(For the love of cheese someone clean up my Latin! Please!)
NaPoWriMo Day Fifteen: Lark Transmogrified
Following the NaPoWriMo prompt to write a poem inspired by music.
I wish I could write a poem
Like Williams wrote
The Lark Ascending
Those trills and furls of sheer beauty
Capturing the essence of song
The spring morn,
The warmth of the sun on my back
There’s a word for that
That fails me right now
But then the world drops away
And the violin takes over
This English composer
Capturing the otherworldly bird voice
Between lines on paper and the strings of a violin
With a sweet Eastern influence
And a nod to a poem from
Thirty-three years before
Eyes closed, on the garden step
As the magic of the bird’s melody
Becomes mundane- not less, never less
Simply a fact, a part of the world
Then the rest of the world seeps back in
And the bird takes flight
On wings of sound
The full tapestry exposed
The curtain torn back
Oh Ralph, what beauty you gave
What beauty you read, saw, heard
You took the “silver chain of sound”
And translated back
In your own sweet language.
NaPoWriMo Day Fourteen: A Pun, My Soul
Several times a day I make my husband groan
Now that one’s not a euphemism, though it could be, I own…
But he despairs of my wit, or my attempt at it
The egg-cessive ingredients in the omelette
Working it out with a pencil (he was on the loo)
What a clean cut, when the soap snaps in half,
The Claret-ty of the wine
“You Plum”, he says
“More berries, really,” I quip
And remind him that divorce is expensive.
NaPoWriMo Day Twelve: The Starter
I can’t stop thinking about it
Living in my kitchen
Sealed in its jar…
Or so I thought.
It crept out one night
After we’d watched too much dark sci-fi
And the bubbles were more meaningful than ever
It crept out, right through the rubber seal
I knew it wasn’t supposed to be airtight
And apparently it wasn’t
Night-thief-knife-like terror
Squeezing through
Impossible cracks
I can’t stop thinking about it
Raining upwards like an
Impossible planet
Are you flora or fauna?
Animal, mineral, or vegetable?
You are alive, alive in my kitchen
You impossible thing.
