Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Vernal Equinox 2014
May you find balance in your life, on this day when light equals dark. Feel the joy of the spring’s return, as a warm glow inside.
Before the Gates
One is a source of distraction
The other is a source of inspiration
One wishes to see me grounded
The other wonders how far I could fly
Let me stand upon your shoulders
Let me reach into the sky
Then you can climb on mine
And we’ll be reaching twice as high
One is a source of frustration
The other is a source of pure elation
One wishes to see me simple
The other revels in my complexity.
Let me open up the windows
Let us breathe true life once more
When finding walls around us
We’ll be breaking down the door.
So when standing at the crossroads
Says the lady with two lights
You can go the easy way
With no worry and no fights
But when standing at the crossroads
Says the one with whip and knife
Be sure you’re moving for yourself:
Your happiness; your life.
You may find this world again
But you may never find this soul
So never miss a chance
To complete yourself;
Be whole.
Modern Triads
Fatigue wears like an old belt strap
Still I can
Still I am
Still I want
Cramp in back every single lap
Still I try
Still I push
Still I pant
Eyelids droop as the drug takes hold
Still I write
Still I think
Still I sigh
Mischief smiles as the wiles make bold
Still I care
Still I shake
Still I cry
Empty sky as I lose the stars
Still I seek
Still I search
Still I long
Jupiter sparkling outshines mars
Still I turn
Still I spin;
Still I’m wrong.
more work in progress.
Practicing Haiku
Devil on shoulder
Drugs angel, manic demon
Unbalanced, now fall…
Angel was sleeping
Unconscious conscience failed the
Moon’s bright handled child.
Dadouchos
She gave me a gem
A round cut diamond
Yet oddly purple
In the light from her torches
How did she hold
Two searing fires
Yet stretch out her palm
To show the waiting gift
I knew she handed me
My heart
And though I took it
Grateful and surprised
I now know not what
To do with it.
Two Great Ladies
Two great ladies
One hot and wild
The dance; the arms flail
The legs stamp
The mouth opens in silent rapture
She moves through me
Jumping and starting
Shouting and biting down
On cries that seem too crow like
To be human.
Two great ladies
One cool and proud
The dance; grace comes
Flows to finger tips
That trace the willing webs
Around the space we meet.
I move with her
Guided by twin lights
But torches in my hands
And mine alone.
Unrepentant
The question appears
Over and over
A litany of loneliness
Or would be
If I knew what that meant
Pretentions aside
This is a question I can’t answer
The meaning of life?
It well could be
The mysteries of the universe?
It certainly is one
As is the vessel
Of my ignorance
Philosophy? Theology?
Both have helped
To order thought
And quiet mind
But not the heart
So the question remains
Trapped in beauty
Surprising elegance
Wit beyond words
Mischief unmeasured
And cool, clear draughts
Of depths unplumbed
By anyone, I fear.
So this question
My query
My dumbfoundedness
Is constant and
Unremitting
Unrepentant
As, in all honesty
Am I.
Storm
Stone and sea won’t wait for me
Follow me up
Follow me down
Sky cries out so angrily
Follow me through
Follow me ’round
Lightning breaks like anxious sweat
Follow me here
Follow me there
Rain soaked dreams I can’t forget
Follow me out
Follow and dare
Sun might crack the creaking cloud
Follow the path
Follow the lane
Beams berate the surging crowd
Follow me in
Follow my pain
Dream of winter; ice and snow
Follow me forth
Follow me back
Dream of wind; a tornado
Follow the dirt
Follow the track
Leaves in face, obscuring smiles
Follow the flow
Follow the drive
Tears to last the endless miles
Follow ’til death;
Follow alive.
Mabh Savage 