Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: pagan
NaPoWriMo Day 5: Salsa
Cailleach peering through the window
But get this tapping
Rhythm in the soul…
NaPoWriMo Day 4: Listing
Have you tried a notebook?
Have you tried keeping lists?
Have you tried a planner?
NaPoWriMo Day 3: Moon Shock
Walking along the front
We chatter like magpies
Black and white in the evening light
Caught between sea spray and coal dust…
Birds at Bealtaine
Bealtaine 2022 As is traditional, we started our Bealtaine celebrations last night. Bealtaine, never Beltane, to honour the very living Irish traditions (and language!) the word comes from. Yes, I’ve called it Beltane in the past. No, I shouldn’t have done. When you know… Continue Reading “Birds at Bealtaine”
Earth Day 2022
Did you know Earth Day has been celebrated since 1970? Earth Day reminds people once a year that our planet needs us to be stewards, to be custodians, to protect and care for the planet as well as we can.
I Am, I Will Be Drunk
Content warning: mentions of intoxication and drinking alcohol Charles Baudelaire, He said be drunk I know what he means I do. To be drunk on “Wine or poetry or virtue” Oh how I would love To make you drunk on poetry To feed you… Continue Reading “I Am, I Will Be Drunk”
Lokean Beads
Contains UPG. My husband took a liking to kombolois while we were in Rhodes last year. I bought him one from a Greek merchant, crafted from pieces of volcanic rock. I later felt that special niggling feeling you get when something close to you… Continue Reading “Lokean Beads”
Moon Day Mondays
Waxing Crescent – First Quarter Last night it seemed so bright and strong A bow of light A bower capable of Lifting the world As I glided home along motorways Lokabrenna searing my eyes By my side the whole way Orion’s companion A torch… Continue Reading “Moon Day Mondays”
Shouting Fire
I want to shout it out From the top of a Mountain Skyscraper Geyser Aeroplane in flight Hang suspended in the clouds Shouting fire Upon the unsuspecting. Fire of inspiration Hope Passion Creativity Just make something Make something make something Make me something then… Continue Reading “Shouting Fire”
Imbolg
Brigid came on the wind Blessing the brat bhríde Soaking it with cool rain Not quite winter waters Not quite springtime showers Tears from that in-between Liminal state of season A grief, a keening for the darkness Slowly washing away In the inevitable turn… Continue Reading “Imbolg”
