Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: GloPoWriMo
NaPoWriMo Day 13: Easter
Easter starts with a corpse I wrote I didn’t mean to be Disrespectful But the man dies In a terrible way It seems so sad So depressing A man who wanted Kindness Respect Compassion And yet received none Or very little Did we have… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 13: Easter”
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”
The Day We Forgot What Colour Bin To Put Out
We didn’t know which bin it was Not green nor brown nor black The neighbours had not put theirs out We were totally off track We waited til the bin men came Then watched which one they dragged We raced the truck and gave… Continue Reading “The Day We Forgot What Colour Bin To Put Out”
NaPoWriMo Day 8: Cold Spring
Cold in Spring It’s so cold My fingers shake Autocorrect is basically Writing this poem Frigidity has stolen My literary talents Such as they were But the stars, My gods, the stars…
NaPoWriMo Day 7: Do I Let The Cats?
Do I let the cats heal me? Press their tiny beans Into my sore muscles Again and again A much needed kneading. Do I let their meowing Cacaphony Chase away the Twittering birds of brain. Do I let the earthquake rumble Of purring Ground… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 7: Do I Let The Cats?”
NaPoWriMo Day Six: Sun Happy
Sunshine splashing warm tea Hot cross buns Fresh baked bread Dishwasher steam Just ironed sheets Across my face I snuggle in it And sigh.
Superstitious Villanelle
One for sorrow, two for joy Taunts the lone magpie That bird in the hand, shy and coy. When we shy away from ladders Cover mirrors, dodge bird droppings, chanting, “One for sorrow, two for joy.” While stars can be wished upon And white… Continue Reading “Superstitious Villanelle”
NaPoWriMo Day Four: Grey Sky Mood
When the sky is grey Like fluffy grease From the bottom Of a chef’s shoe Like a smear of ash From a dead campfire Like pencil shading Abruptly halted By the snapping of lead. When the sky is grey And looms above my garden… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day Four: Grey Sky Mood”
Mabh Savage 