Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
NaPoWriMo Day 20: Stallion Moon
My nine year old wrote
Of the pale moon gracefully
Riding stallion clouds.
I begged him for it
That magical phrase, just to
Say how proud I am.
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!)
