Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: observation
The Rain Roars
The rain roars down A lions last attempt To eviscerate The zebra of sun From the jungle of cracks In the pavement A whip crack of water Slashing holes In lawns, borders Ants dive for cover In the jungle of cracks In the pavement… Continue Reading “The Rain Roars”
Devoted Mother
Arachnophobes, look away now! A cellar spider (pholcidae) in our bathroom, clutching her egg sac. She’s been there for days, determinedly carrying the unborn babies everywhere she goes, and even fighting off a rival (they sometimes eat each other!). I’m moving her soon, as we… Continue Reading “Devoted Mother”
Broken Blue
Mornings like this are the epitome of autumn for me. A magical mix that should be distressing but in its balance becomes quite beautiful. Sunshine beaming in the blue beneath heavy lids of looming cloud; birds soaring gleefully then buffeted by the random raucous… Continue Reading “Broken Blue”
Sponge
Brain like a sponge. Soaking information up. Absorbing everything. But a sponge is…leaky. Drippy. Is information trickling slowly from my ears? And on a night, when fatigued, my head feels squishy and nauseatingly malleable; is that a symptom of having a brain like a… Continue Reading “Sponge”
Me time
Sometimes time alone is not what one needs. Sometimes the quiet outside, allowing the thoughts to free fall through the tumbling anarchy of one’s mind, is the enemy of action. How can you choose when there are so many options? How can you move… Continue Reading “Me time”
Bad Dream
Niggling gnawing gnats That bite and suck On confidence and self assurance Taking away your “Doing the right thing” Gobbling up your “All for the best” Morning shrieks that crumble All defences; walls and banks And rushing through the Black and wet Is thankless … Continue Reading “Bad Dream”
Footprints
The sun rises; the sun sets. It is another day. Another path to tread, To leave footprints in the dirt. Or to pass unnoticed. Counting only seconds Only minutes Held not within the turn of the earth But trapped within the turn of the… Continue Reading “Footprints”
Fluffy Clouds
Somebody needs to invent a chair that is like sitting on a fluffy little cloud. Every part of me would be perfectly supported and there would be no need for sensible stretch breaks or time away from my luminous screen which would of course… Continue Reading “Fluffy Clouds”
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