Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
In Her Little House
In her little house with the sun streaming
Fire not water through the gauze window
Eyes squint with smiling and sunshine alike;
Beautiful brain from bright face is beaming.
Walls are angles; calculus; algebra;
Floor to roof trajectory formula
Figuring out the right arm curvature
From mouth to ceiling is only so far.
Brow furrowed, hand borrowed; just pull this close
She needs help and she needs letting alone
Working it all out, nudges here and there
Ladybird, book, bee, bird; fingers, toes, nose.
In her little house with the sun glowing
In eyes that dart from flowers to faces
Baby is still, but still going places
Learning, laughing, being, knowing; growing.
Snowflakes
I’m just in awe at how perfect these snowflakes are.
Lick the Sky
Resharing for Imbolc. Brigid’s blessings!
It’s Imbolc
And I want to
Lick the sky
Those fiery stripes
Must surely be
As sweet as sunrise ice.
The blackbird nods
Tail bouncing on the wall
Of a run down council house.
The Honda Prelude that
Cuts me up
Is a square assed snap chat
Of the past
And the wind turbine
Crazy in the cruel bite
Of winter’s last stand
Is a bright spark of
Future hope.
It’s Imbolc
And I want to
Grasp the earth
Bulbs tickling my cheek
With first new shoots
Reach out with great
Goddess hands
Surround the sky
And lick.
Kin
Ginger hair in duplicate
One by choice
One by genes
In jeans of blue
And eyes the same
Cool pools of dew
That cry ‘I love you’.
January Pagan Pages
Click here to access this month’s issue of Pagan Pages. The free e-zine has been lovingly put together and this month you can enjoy reviews of Tree Magic, Tree Medicine by Ellen Evert Hopman, and Sacred Plant Initiations by Carole Guyett. If this whets your appetite for all things green, check out my article on the magical artichoke.
The editor explores some of the witchy subscription offers available, and the regular columns on divination, sacred art and feminism are all looking fab this month.
Happy new year to all our readers!
Death of a Christmas Tree
Epiphany!
But there was no
Kind revelation
Or transformation
No visiting magi
Blessed this bunch
Of tattered twigs
And glitter.
Barely litter;
Sitting partway
On the verge
Of grass
And desperation.
Christmas over
Someone angry?
Resenting loss
Of festive cheer?
Or beer
Fuelled madness
Take the tree out for a ride mate
Toss it out the window!
Who can say.
I would have treasured
It’s glitzy branches
Cheap and cheerful
Both positives
To me.
But now mud spattered
Battered
I say again, tattered
Here lies Christmas
Rest in pieces.
Happiness
I was looking for a specific piece of work from 2012 when I came across this. I’m not sure what was happening the day I wrote this but clearly I was in a good mood! My description of how happiness exists within us and how it feels.
https://soundsoftime.wordpress.com/2012/09/21/happiness/
Enjoy!
An Ode to My New Coat
Wrapped in
Tiny, tiny pillows
Downy treats
To snuggle in
On streets
While walking
In snow
Hail or rain
No pain
No sting
Just cuddling
My purple joy
My new toy
I’ve waited so long
This song
Is for the coat
I yearned for
Without even
Knowing it.
Silky sacks of feathers
Siccing all the weathers
I am a child again
Hugging tight
Colour night
And thumbing
Nose at
Snow.
Giveaway: Celtic Witchcraft
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Solstice Thoughts
Winter Sunrise, copyright M Savage 2017
I’m not blogging extensively over the solstice period as I’m terribly sleep deprived and using the few spoons I have left to me to spend time with family. However, whilst cleaning my altars last night, a few thoughts and ideas came to me that I may expand upon for future blogs:
1) The masks we wear, and how they are not always a bad thing.
2) Sowing seeds of kindness in hopes of trees of compassion.
3) The importance of family, including the family we choose for ourselves.
4) The connection between the Morrígan and livestock; not just cattle.
5) Celts and their sheep and maybe goats.
Also I was thinking I should really get back to reading more. Commitments made before the gods are taken seriously; this morning I was given ‘The Hidden Life if Trees’ and through the post arrived a lovely, glossy book on sigils that I’m to review for Pagan Pages. That’s my reading sorted!
A blessed solstice to all.
Mabh Savage 