Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: nature
Take me to the Ocean
Waiting by the ocean Waiting by the shore Clouds are hanging, cloaking Sunlight, grey and raw. Beach lies glinting wetly Tide breaks like a sigh Pebbles crackling, crunching ‘Neath the slate tile sky Winkles, whelks and starfish Rays and sprays and gulls Bladderwrack and… Continue Reading “Take me to the Ocean”
Bat
Flappy, happy scrap of night Black against blue Joyous in flight Like me you love The warm twilight.
Spring Storm
Picture was taken in the middle of the night, the light is from lightning alone. Heat and light and fight! Spars strike at stars Scars cut the sky As lightning flies And cuts and fries The crowding clouds Clamouring for more Rain beats the… Continue Reading “Spring Storm”
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.
The Language of Weather
I speak in raindrops Wet and wild Whipping tears To join me But sometimes Pitter pattering On tent walls Soothing Dream like Tiny heartbeats. I wail in wind Tornado tantrums Testy twister Throwing; hurling Except sometimes I take a kite Gently, expertly Earth To… Continue Reading “The Language of Weather”
The Wedding
I married The old stone wall Hidden behind The rhododendrons I found it When the snow Angel coloured lead Bowed the branches White flakes For my veil We borrowed The blue Sky, old And new And stood in front Of ourselves No witnesses.
Magpies
Photo by me, Magpie through a rainy window, copyright 2017. One for Sorrow Two for Joy Three for a Girl Four for a Boy Five for Silver Six for Gold Seven for a Secret Ne’er to be told. Ok, most of us will know… Continue Reading “Magpies”
World Poetry Day 2018
For World Poetry Day today, I was obsessed with petrichor, the smell after the rain. Here are some of the poetic doodles I did today… Rain hits soil hits nose Knowing how it works doesn’t Make it not magic. Microbes multiply Each rain drop… Continue Reading “World Poetry Day 2018”
Two Sides of the Wheel
It struck me today that for her entire life, there has been more darkness than light for my four-month-old. Born in November, weeks after the autumnal equinox, she has never known a time where the day outshone the night. My first born was almost… Continue Reading “Two Sides of the Wheel”
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