Who’d be a writer?

Put this pen to paper

Take it back

Make it crack

Spill the ink

Like blood

Sign my life away

Sign my soul

To the devil

In the details.

Bat

Flappy, happy scrap of night

Black against blue

Joyous in flight

Like me you love

The warm twilight.

Better

Lit so blue

A hue

Of happiness

No less

No stress

There’s mess

But we don’t care

Grab hair

Share the

Ouches

Slouches on a

Sunday

Me and baby

Out in the sun

Two that were one

Better this way.

Spring Storm

Picture was taken in the middle of the night, the light is from lightning alone.

Heat and light and fight!

Spars strike at stars

Scars cut the sky

As lightning flies

And cuts and fries

The crowding clouds

Clamouring for more

Rain beats the drums

Thrums heartbeat hums

Through grass and

Stone and

Soil

Boil the heavens!

Bring sky to earth

A dearth

Of divine wrath

The aftermath

So calm,

So still

We hold our breath

Are we in the eye?

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.