Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Secret of a Daffodil
I place my ear gently to the golden trumpet
What secrets do you hold?
I heard you whispering
Just as you called to Persephone
Am I distracted by your beauty
Waiting for Hades to snatch me away
Or am I the kidnapper
Of my own destiny?
Narcissus whispers sweetly
‘Don’t be so hard on yourself’
And bobs his yellow head
In the soft, spring breeze.
The Mist
Swirling shroud
A watery veil
Like tired eyes;
A crazed wail
Cracks through the cloud
Of foggy fear
The eyes alive
As shapes appear
Looming, lunging
Awkwardly
Towards a shuddering
Effigy
Of something that used
To be alive
Now lost in the mist
Struggling to survive
Tear off the shroud
Sunlight fries
The frazzling fog
The watery lies
Wail no more
A calm descends
Mist dissipates;
The shuddering ends.
Comes with a Warning
Wash dark feelings separately
Press the red button
Max head room uncertain
Unauthorised access forbidden
Stand clear of the line
If you can see
Where it is.
Eyes Closed
Black
Velvet
Streamed with red
Tiny light
Gone.
The Call
White treasure, petals bright
Fall from high to small
Hands and fingers, softly lands
Adoration; springtime’s call.
Blossom
Waves of pleasure
Olfactory lust
Nasal pollination
Vernal must
Musky, heady
Trance inducing
Moving, ready,
Rain drops sluicing
Founts of heaven
Sensation heavy
Petrichor bomb
Blossom so heady
The smell of spring
The scented air
The cherry, apple
Plum and pear
Hawthorn coming
Spikes and white
Jasmine joins
The throng at night
Honeysuckle
In the wings
Food for bees
Nectar for kings
My treasure, jewels
My court of fools
We lay entranced
And drool.
Someone’s Narcissistic Best Friend
I
Am
A cut
Above
All other
Gemstones
All other
Jewels
Bow
To
I
Fangirling
Without thought
I tug on
Black pants
Red socks
Black border
“Toxic!”
On the side
Tight jeans
Black boots
Red motif
Comedy T
Line my eyes
Laughing
In the glass
At my red black
Jean clad ass
There could be
Such a thing
As reading
Too much Deadpool.
Take me to the Ocean
Waiting by the ocean
Waiting by the shore
Clouds are hanging, cloaking
Sunlight, grey and raw.
Beach lies glinting wetly
Tide breaks like a sigh
Pebbles crackling, crunching
‘Neath the slate tile sky
Winkles, whelks and starfish
Rays and sprays and gulls
Bladderwrack and mermaids purse
Crannies, nooks and pools.
Take me to the ocean
Take me to the shore
Where earth meets sea meets sky
I couldn’t ask for more.
Soteira: The Song
A while ago I wrote a poem as part of a devotional month of work undertaken by many devotees of Hekate. Titled Soteira, I always intended to turn it into a song, however the poetic structure didn’t quite fit with the music that came to me, so it’s had a bit of a rewrite. Musical version to follow shortly!
Mirror to my soul
Your twin lights guide me
When I can’t decide
Which path is right
Guardian of my goals
Each step excites me
Leaping in the dark
The joy of night
Cosmic world soul
Heart of the universe…
The thought and the word
The void and the atom
The step and the leap
The tears and the joy.
The spark of the seeker inside my soul;
The spark of the seeker inside.
Listening to your voice
Each time it teaches
Stretching from the stars
To touch my mind
Grasping for hand
My spirit reaches
Heart is in my mouth
Each time I find
Voice of heaven
Earth, sea and sky…
The thought and the word
The void and the atom
The step and the leap
The tears and the joy.
The spark of the seeker inside my soul;
The spark of the seeker inside.
Wound in the web
Tiny lights in the dark
Compassion and kindness
We make our mark
Give me the courage
Oh give me the strength
To rise and strike a spark
Cosmic world soul
Heart of the universe…
The thought and the word
The void and the atom
The step and the leap
The tears and the joy.
The spark of the seeker inside my soul;
The spark of the seeker inside.
Mind heart and mouth
And tears on my brow
You’re pulling me onwards
You’re giving me hope
The spark of the seeker inside my soul;
The spark of the seeker inside.
Not in Bed
I should have put
Her back in cot
I should have shut
My eyes
I should have laid
In covers hot
Instead I stayed
And smiled
Into tiny sleeping face
Into heart, toughness and grace
Thinking, ‘This is your place’
My arms, hardly the comfiest bed
Yet you are peaceful
As I bow my happy head.
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.
