Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: Imbolc
Greys and Golds
These past few years, Imbolc in Leeds has been a bit of a grey, damp affair. Wet, cold and uninspiring if taken at face value. As a witch in tune with her Celtic roots, face value is of little worth to me, so these… Continue Reading “Greys and Golds”
Lick the Sky
It’s Imbolc And I want to Lick the sky Those fiery stripes Must surely be As sweet as sunrise ice. The blackbird nods Tail bouncing on the wall Of a run down council house. The Honda Prelude that Cuts me up Is a square… Continue Reading “Lick the Sky”
Winter Wonder: Final day!
Today is the start of the new lunar month, the beginning of the Chinese Year (the year of the Horse and the element of Wood) and of course as we move into the weekend we approach Imbolc. Imbolc celebrates the first stirrings of spring,… Continue Reading “Winter Wonder: Final day!”
Endings and beginnings
I write my ending at the beginning; not as pretentious as it sounds, I promise. As we move into a new year (according to the Gregorian calendar) I am in the final stages of my book, A Modern Celt, with a promise to myself… Continue Reading “Endings and beginnings”
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