Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
NaPoWriMo Day 28: Weekend Culture
Falling into Friday
Soaking into Saturday
Steeping in Sunday
Weekend culture is weird
But with a 9-5er in the house
And three school kids
We can’t help but
Well
Not embrace it
But face it head on
So we relax on Friday
Get shit done on Saturday
Socialise on Sunday
Brain permitting
I work in between
I ain’t no 9-5er
Though I ain’t judging them what are
I hop between the rungs of the weekend
Joining in when I can
Resting when I can
Climbing and sitting
On the roof of week
Watching it all fall away
Clean and exhausted for Monday.
NaPoWriMo Day 27: Cover Version
We talk about the power of words
How someone can sing
So hard
So passionately
Words that are not their own
I always felt grateful
I could write my own words
Feel my own story
Make my own melody
Yet I can’t deny
The draw
To sing someone else’s love
Another’s anger, joy, peace
There aren’t many cover versions
Better than the original
But sometimes, just sometimes
Someone nails it.
There’s always someone that gets you
Really gets you
It’s okay for them
To sing your story.
NaPoWriMo Day 26: Bee
Oh to be a bee
Buzzing happily
Fat and fluffy
(I’ve got that covered)
Getting shit done
Sweetness in every job
Nectar, pollen, honey
Head in the flowers
Resting in the sun
Flying in a physics-defying manner
Goddess-kept and loved
A busy, buzzy, bee
Harbinger of summer
I nod my head to thee.
NaPoWriMo Day 25: Lyta
Never in a million years
Did I think I’d be meditating
With Lyta Alexander
Babylon 5 held and holds my heart
Now dear Pat invites us to join her
For meditation
Fighting fear and dragons
(And procrastination and bad habits
But that’s maybe just me)
Meditation doesn’t come easy
To this frazzled neurology
But she sits outside
No silence
Breathing suggestions – not rules
I zone out harder
Than I’ve done since I slept
Maybe she is in my head
Dear Lyta
Strong and fierce
A dragon in her own right
Thank you for bringing her to me
And me to your unexpected guidance.
Inspired by this.
NaPoWriMo Day 24: Angels
Angel in my heart
Messenger
Winged and covered in eyes
A wheel
A chariot
A burning fire
Fear not
Be not afraid
I mean
Have you seen yourself.
NaPoWriMo Day 23: Travel Research
Planning to travel
I love it
Discovering places
Google searches
TripAdvisor sifting
Laughing at ridiculous reviews
“Too sandy”
“Too foreign”
You know the type
Snuffing candles
Complaining about the dark
But beyond this
The photos and awe
Of folks who really dove into
Trips away
Inspires me like nothing else
Caves, volcanoes, forests
Rocky shorelines
Cactus gardens
Palm trees, pine trees, prickly pears
I soak it all up
Ready to be there
Ready to arrive
I’d bypass the sweaty stress of airports and walk
If it were possible
Walk and play and pay my way
Across Europe
Singing for my supper
And a glimpse of something new
NaPoWriMo Day 22: Robin
The robin comes every day now
Brown and red
Earth and fire
Creature of air
Sitting serenely on the wicker pot
Hopping from fence to tree
Looking through the window
Head cocked in curiosity
I think we all mimic
Without realising
3 humans standing
Rapt
Motionless
With heads to one side
While the robin assesses us
Calm
Confident
Free
And nabs the rice crispies
I threw out this morning.
NaPoWriMo Day 21: Don’t be a part of the problem; be the entire problem
Note: This is entirely UPG, I don’t claim to carry messages from deities or other beings!
While in the hot tub
Loki says, “In the chaos
be the calm (or cause).”
NaPoWriMo Day 20: A Living Wage
Sometimes work is
Just a joy
A total contrast
To the day before
There’s people I just love
On my team
And I really am
So lucky
Let me craft the foundation
For my family life
Yet serve a wider community
With words and so much more
I write personally and professionally
Paid for each
Just in very, very different ways.
NaPoWriMo Day 19: Rag Pile
I didn’t want to go straight back to work
After the holiday
So many memories
Still waiting to be processed
After a long day
We sleep
Our brains do
Their filing cabinet thing
What’s working memory
What’s long term
Well
Not mine, not so much
But somethings going on in there
Where’s the weekly version
Where’s the love version
The long break after a week of absorbing
New treasures
Ants and shells and fog
I still need to soak it up
Work it out
Touch every moment
Like gossamer, silk, canvas
All those different textures
Ready to be rubbed across my cheek
Loved
Remembered
I didn’t want to go straight back to work
I want to steep in it
Fall into the rag pile of my
Memories
Make a nest
Rest.
Mabh Savage 