Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: morning
Greydawn
When the sun doesn’t rise Majestically over The horizon But diffuses through cloud Like milk spilling Through ink When bird song sends Rain shivering Onto sodden paths When the moon has fizzled damply And stars have sighed and left Without saying goodbye When night… Continue Reading “Greydawn”
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”
Hawk and the Half Moon
Sharp wings tug at frigid air Thermals crippled By Cailleach’s touch. Though sky is her hue Delightful deep blue, Her breath makes the bird Struggle for height Strive for flight. He circles, frustrated, Almost black against The colourful morning. He scars the misty white… Continue Reading “Hawk and the Half Moon”
Bright Morning
Angel heavy sky Blue and white Just doesn’t cover it Purple; grey; silver; Gold that can’t be looked upon Bright as life Gorgeous as a soul. Face turns away And feel the heat Unnatural within The crisp winter air. Warm hand stroking A frosty… Continue Reading “Bright Morning”
Sunrise
Orange streaking wonder like Across the boards of blue Calling unto you Twanging every string In the guitar of your soul Alto cumulus Herring backed and tickled pink Perfect little lines Framing the moon: An absurdly gorgeous half Smooth and sharply cut A wedge… Continue Reading “Sunrise”
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