Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: childhood
Intermittent Cloud, Some Showers
I need to take inspiration From the one year old She is a joy storm Crashing delight Like waves against My sinking ship Lightning smiles Hurricane howling laughter My stress My tears My depression Feel worthless In the sight Of her happiness I want… Continue Reading “Intermittent Cloud, Some Showers”
Back to School
I’ve spent the summer holidays in a bit of a daze. We had an amazing honeymoon in Rhodes, and, quite frankly, didn’t really want to come back. The sting of returning to a seemingly increasingly miserable country was somewhat assuaged by getting to spend… Continue Reading “Back to School”
NaPoWriMo Day 21: Angry
Don’t be late Tie your shoes Shut the gate Please don’t lose Keys again It’s the end Help your mum Help your friend Shut your mouth Now speak up Louder please Fill your cup Homework done? Pens in pot Eat that dinner While it’s… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 21: Angry”
NaPoWriMo Day 20: A Fresh Look
I never realised How other people see you So kind So warm So thoughtful I need to slip Behind their eyes And look at you Afresh.
NaPoWriMo Day 12: Baby Cuddles
Soft cuddle Sleepy baby Nuzzling into my shoulder A vast improvement On the head butts of earlier The pinch punch grab Of curiosity Without limits I wouldn’t change it Each bruise a medal From my 17 month old But this nuzzling Snuffling Shuffling cuddle… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 12: Baby Cuddles”
Baby Steps
There aren’t many more exciting things than baby’s firsts. First words or signs because you realise they have new ways of communicating with you. First teeth, as it opens up new culinary possibilities, and means teething and the pain that goes with it is… Continue Reading “Baby Steps”
Lonely Bubble
The boy pulls my arm Look at this bubble! He cries, and sighs In delight. It sits, unharmed, on the rainy tarmac Wet and round and glossy A perfect hemisphere A ghostly fried egg imitator A final resting place With no predicted pop. It… Continue Reading “Lonely Bubble”
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… Continue Reading “Not in Bed”
Better
Lit so blue A hue Of happiness No less No stress There’s mess But we don’t care Grab hair Share the Ouches Slouches on a Sunday Me and baby Out in the sun Two that were one Better this way.
Chemical Wonderful
He says Chemical Fresh My eyes widen What a term A germ Of genius Genuine wonder At spring’s youth We blunder Through each day Crazy and way Out of line But smell that Chemical wonder Tear me asunder With laughter Tears And pollen.
Mabh Savage 