Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
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
To celebrate 300 lovely folks following me on that there Twitter, I’m giving away 5 signed copies of my latest book, Pagan Portals: Celtic Witchcraft. Click here to enter. Good luck, and happy new Gregorian year!
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.
Samhain
Recognising that today isn’t always a happy day. Not everyone is filled with joy remembering their ancestors or loved ones. Sometimes the veil being thin and opening up lets through memories that can stir up great clouds of emotion we might rather not face, or that even when we want to face them, can be so, so hard to deal with.
Don’t feel forced to be happy in the face of masks, music and trick or treaters; if you need to cry, cry. If you need to talk, talk. If you need silence, seek solitude or quiet company and above all don’t feel guilty for this.
We all deal with things in different ways. If you are joyous this season, that’s wonderful. If the turn of the wheel feels slow, sluggish, rusty and painful, stay warm, safe and look after yourself the best way you can.
Samaritans: Call 116 123
https://www.samaritans.org/how-we-can-help-you/samaritans-free-call-helpline-number-faqs
Hopeless Maine, Lansdown Hall
This event, part of Stroud Book Festival, looks absolutely magical. Oh for the mobility for a trip to Stroud! Please go, and then come back and tell me how marvellous it was. How many opportunities are there in life to step inside a graphic novel? Especially the darkly delightful creation of Nimue Brown and Tom Brown. I’m wild with envy. Event info here.
Mabh Savage 