Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
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.
