Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: GloPoWriMo 2020
NaPoWriMo Day Twelve: The Starter
I can’t stop thinking about it Living in my kitchen Sealed in its jar… Or so I thought. It crept out one night After we’d watched too much dark sci-fi And the bubbles were more meaningful than ever It crept out, right through the… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day Twelve: The Starter”
NaPoWriMo Day Eleven: Yeast
I love yeast I love the warmth of fresh baked bread The buttery silk of a sharp cut slice, Just cool enough not to crumble Under the knife I love the bubbling demijohn Or brew bin Singing in the night A watery siren That… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day Eleven: Yeast”
NaPoWriMo Day Ten: Numb
I describe myself as numb To others Because it’s easier Than describing The inexplicable drama Banality Humdrum hurricane Of feelings fraught with April frost Invisible beasts Cold sunshine Bubble-less yeasts Tasteless sweets Coffee that just makes you Sleepy A hiccup of anxiety Expelled like… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day Ten: Numb”
NaPoWriMo Day 9: Bright
She said What shape Should this poem be? Will it twist and turn and wind And cover me in thorns, barbed words To sting and recriminate, burning and cutting Before sneering away to hide behind smug curtains Of arrogance, cold and diamond-like, sharp and… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 9: Bright”
NaPoWriMo Day 8: And Tales of Human Blood
Content Warning: Blood, donating blood, sickness. Inspired by the NaPoWriMo Website’s prompt to take a line from a poetry bot on Twitter and turn it into a poem. And tales of human blood, Oh, dear digital Shelley, these are The tales for our times… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 8: And Tales of Human Blood”
NaPoWriMo Day 7: Where the Rain is Made of Iron
Following the prompt for Day 7 from the NaPoWriMo site, sort of, as this poem is inspired by this news headline. Where the rain is made of iron And the sun is made of clay See the flowers made of music Fill the lava… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 7: Where the Rain is Made of Iron”
NaPoWriMo Day 6: Date Night
He came down the stairs In jeans and a smart t-shirt I’d almost forgotten What outdoor clothes looked like Didn’t we live in Comfies now? Loungewear and PJs? “Date night!” he exclaims! And I clap in delight. Such a thing, to be treated like… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 6: Date Night”
NaPoWriMo Day 5: Piss-Taking Weather
When, in Britain, has it ever Been so balmy Calm in March and April? Warm sun, some wind but nothing really too Forceful, Smatterings of rain but hardly April showers. No deluge No late frosts I’d happily plant my summer bulbs out If I… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 5: Piss-Taking Weather”
NaPoWriMo Day 4: Tough Like Old Leather
I told a friend “Today was tough Tough as old boots Tough like old leather Tough like the steak I sent back And worried about the chef spitting on Tough like the conversation I had to have With a toxic person Another toxic person… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 4: Tough Like Old Leather”
Mabh Savage 