Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Chemical Wonderful
He says
Chemical Fresh
My eyes widen
What a term
A germ
Of genius
Genuine wonder
At spring’s youth
We blunder
Through each day
Crazy and way
Out of line
But smell that
Chemical wonder
Tear me asunder
With laughter
Tears
And pollen.
The Optimist Haiku
The bottle is full
Of air, of liquid; of dreams;
Possibilities.
The Language of Weather
I speak in raindrops
Wet and wild
Whipping tears
To join me
But sometimes
Pitter pattering
On tent walls
Soothing
Dream like
Tiny heartbeats.
I wail in wind
Tornado tantrums
Testy twister
Throwing; hurling
Except sometimes
I take a kite
Gently, expertly
Earth
To sky
Hearts rising.
I scream in sunbeams
Scorching deserts
Sandy lands
Desperate; dry
Only sometimes
I dry the wings
Of a dampened
Butterfly
Flap, beat
Chaos reigns again.
NaPoWriMo: A Veteran’s Guide
My thoughts, hints and tips on successfully completing NaPoWriMo, written for the Pagan Federation Disabilities Team. Read it here.
Close Circuit Life
White noise
Light
Screaming
Electric whine
AC/DC buzz
Hum, hymn to
Sweat and blood
And tears
Not fairs
Grey hairs
And loop
And glitch
Switch
White noise
Broken toys
Nameless joys
Extended scenes
And screams
And dreams
Grey hairs
From scares
And truth
Or dares
And glitch
Switch
White noise
Heart ache noise
Heart break boys
Or girls
Or more
The score
Not settled
Heart sore
Forever more
And glitch
Switch
White noise
Big choice
New toys
Work and
Play and
AC/DC buzz
Hum, hymn to
Autonomy
Terror
They are
Now you
Clutch and reach
Hold tight
Glitch.
Image and words copyright 2018 Mabh Savage
If he ruled the world…
If he ruled the world
Celebrity vloggers would
Always tweet back
Staying up all night
Would be good for you
Books could be
Read in the dark
Screen time would just be
Time
There would be
No shouting
No fussing
No stressing
No rushing
But also
No homework
No school work
No dressing or
Teeth brushing
Smelly but happy
He would rule
From his throne
(Not at school)
Must a Man
Ten parts water
One part gin
Three parts angel
One part sin
5 and a half quarts
Ruby red
100,000 hairs
One brain, one head
One dash of anxiety
Drawn at night
One dream
One fright
One ‘it’s alright’
Two arms to hold
Hold on;
To this
A mouth to laugh
To scream
To kiss
One part fever
Three parts cold
Six parts trembling
Two parts old
Two hands, two feet
Two million steps
How many miles?
Ask Dylan instead.
Just One Taste
That little, sweet sound
As she latches on;
Pure satisfaction
Simple contentment
Though I give her
But one taste
A single flavour
Of sustenance
She is so grateful
And happy
And thus
Sustains me.
Broken Treaty
Shadows in the Dark
Look at that patch there
Just a little thicker
A touch more velvety
Swirling slightly
In the backdraft from the
Swinging bedroom door.
Switch on the light
And it retreats,
Like the rest of the darkness
Like any of us
Eyes abused by sudden
Sharp shock
Of luminescence
We hide our heads
Where they live.
The light is off again
The glass of water filled
The book retrieved
The phone on charge
The baby fed
The window closed
The tap tightened
The covers pulled up
Close round ears.
The thicker patches of darkness
Swirl and stream
Across the silent room
Mesmerising motion
An ocean of ink
That will never tell a story;
A shadow play.
Mabh Savage 