Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Angels
25 angels
Dance on my head
Is it a pin head
Bed head
Logger head
At
So
25 angels
Dance in my soul
It’s a black hole
Port hole
Window where I’m sat
25 angels
Dance with my feet
Got two left feet
12 feet
High
Yeah, I could fly
Then
25 angels
Danced, gave me wings
And she sings
And sings
Until it stings
Flashback
My boy and I, alive in the sun
Ready to rumble; ready to run
Swords at the ready, stick in each hand
Bring on the battle; strike up the band
Buses are conquered, long walks are done
Park stretches green until the horizon.
Sandwiches eaten, raisins are shared,
Laughing and shouting; emotions are bared.
I watch and I smile as he plays on the grass
And I’m transformed again to that odd little lass
Who came here so often and played much the same
With a ball, or a stick, or some other great game.
It’s unclear why folks say ‘he looks just like you’
But lapping this day up; the gold and the blue
The heat haze and minnows
The gleam in the eye
When spying a duckling
Or jewelled dragon fly
Or listening hard for the buzz of a bee?
Then yeah, he really is, just like me.
Gift of the Night
The gift of the night is the universe
Opened up like a black tulip
Petals uncurling in the light
Of all the suns that ever were.
The gift of the night is the universe
Sky’s barrier broken down
Eyes reach as far as they can
No horizon to this verse.
The gift of the night is the universe
History sent through photons
Ancient wishes and dreams
Twinkling not quite forever.
The gift of the night is the universe
Feet rooted and head reaching high
Hands grasping at infinity
Climbing the great dark tower.
The gift of the night is the universe
And I will unwrap it.
Just past twilight
Enchanted by the night
Rolling lust of cloud
Sighs the moon
I love you.
Warm summer air
Climbs into me
Up inside me
I don’t even need to breathe
The sweet violation of my lungs
By bread and fumes and flowers
Night blooming ecstasy
Belisha beacons blink
A blurry fantasy
Stripes and checks and balances
Feet glide along
Unfettered by fear.
Leaf and bud and root
Hand over hand
Soul clambers high
To find the hidden sky
Peeking from behind
Rolling lust of cloud.
A Modern Celt
I just received this gorgeous cover design and a publication date for my first book! A Modern Celt will be available to buy from Moon Books, from the 27th of September 2013. This book explores my own relationship with my Celtic ancestry and the Tuatha dé Danann, plus other folks’ experiences and how to make a connection to your own ancestors. Frankly I’m quite excited. It’s less than a year since I started this project so to receive a publication date, wow, I feel rather pleased with myself. Huzzah! I’ll be doing a range of articles leading up to the publication date based on themes in the book; ancestry, experiences, spirituality; what themes would you like to see explored? What subjects would spark your interest? Re blog with your thoughts or visit me here and leave a comment: http://www.facebook.com/mabhsavage
Gilded Cage
This gilded cage
That holds my life
My hopes and dreams
My fears, my goals, my end.
I look outside
But strain to stay
Within the bars
So beautiful.
Each step is forged
By money, work and fame
I cannot see another way
I cannot break loose of these chains
I cannot end the cycling pain
But this gilded cage
Of TV, film and games
Pretty shoes and hair
Tents and camping even
Cars to take me there
Music bought to soothe
Instead of pouring from my soul;
This gilded cage distracts me
From the answer, from the key.
Earth
The NaPoWriMo prompt for the 22nd April was to write a poem for Earth Day. Earth: our planet, our home and our responsibility. At this time of year, I feel closer to the Earth as the colourless pages are filled in green and gold, and the silent air starts to buzz with bees and anticipation. I tried to move this feeling into words:
The smell of the spring
Is a wondrous thing
Air simply alive
With bacteria sporing
That warm rainy smell
That’s the time you can tell
That the wheel has now turned;
On the flip side we dwell.
Day out-lives night
The warm golden light
Gives way to the stars
And the nocturnal sight
Of the moon and the owl
And the fox on the prowl
And the cats start to sing
As the dogs start to howl
That the earth is alive
From the snow we survive
Green and strong, we belong
To this world -and we thrive!
Dig my toes in the mud
Plant myself if I could
To be part of the web
Of life, stone, sap and wood.
¡Hola!
¡Hola! shouts my boy
His face ablaze with joy
This number 21
Of how to greet his mum
So proud he picks things up
So fast he fills his cup
And laughing spills it out
A dance; a cry; a shout.
Hi he grins at me
My gosh you’re nearly three
And bilingual to boot
Ridiculously cute.
Hiya mum he says
As noisily he plays
And learning becomes mess
And I try to avoid stress
Morning he will yawn
In bright and broken morn
With cocoa pops and juice
Schedule running loose
Hey you he shouts at dad
When fun is to be had
And running round the room
A pair of crazy loons.
My favourite greeting though?
The silent one that’s so
Incredible. My boy of two;
His look says I love you.
Pepper
Feeling up and down
Tired but determined
Skint but ambitious
Loving time hand in hand
With tiny happiness
Slowly through the world
Dappled like the sunshine
Peppering the pavement
Seasoning our steps
Hot and tasty on the earth.
The supermarket calls
But for now enjoy the gift
Of trees and birds
Wind making ocean noise
And songs from beyond time.
Mabh Savage 