Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: poem
My Tuesday Valentine
I know it’s Valentine’s Day A Christian throwback To a Roman party Whips and wolves Reduced to discount chocolates Cards compete In the cheese wars; Drawers renewed With lingerie that Doesn’t fit. I know it makes no sense This consumerist cock up Of religious… Continue Reading “My Tuesday Valentine”
By the Sea
Under windswept trees I close my eyes I am surrounded by the seas. Oceanic, Sweeping over Through Beyond me. Beeches, No beaches But the waves are the same. White horses gallop Through my tired mind. I am surrounded by the seas. Rushing towards Blinkered… Continue Reading “By the Sea”
The Wind Came At Night
In the days of chilling blaze Springtime sun as winter fades Dazzling spears and green grass blades The gale the only blight. Driving out to picnics gay February turning into May Hearts and smiles throughout the day But the wind came at night Batten… Continue Reading “The Wind Came At Night”
Snow Dreams
Plain white sky Like hotel sheets Dull and unexpecting Business like and taut. So featureless Yet promising Cold, white fluff Softness incarnate Deadly and sharp. Drifting down And against doors No pause No laws Against this invasion. I dream of snow; December’s promise Solstice… Continue Reading “Snow Dreams”
I Rose
My rose was blue I stepped beneath the arch My rose was gold Or peach Softness incarnate Never crimson Never bold Tentative like my Steps. I rose beneath the arch To meet four faces Framed with snake With sea With sinister teeth With chains… Continue Reading “I Rose”
David Cameron: Spambot
David Cameron, David Cam You are a robot Made out of spam You hunt the foxes And kill the poor And that’s what Tories voted for. At Eton you were just one of the chaps Burning money in front of tramps I guess you… Continue Reading “David Cameron: Spambot”
Post Solstice Blues
The longest day Was wild Was fun With number one My precious son Who charms And smiles And plays And whiles Away the day That stretches Until the very fabric Of dusk is Thin Like ancient parchment On which is scribed The secrets of… Continue Reading “Post Solstice Blues”
Outside In: Heart Centre, Leeds
If you’re in Leeds this Saturday, do pop in to Heart in Headingley where Peter Spafford will be showcasing local talent. Expect music, spoken word and poetry, and also expect to be impressed. Click link below for full details. See you there! http://www.heartcentre.org.uk/whats-on/event-details?mc_id=mc_2015-03-21_1071
Mabh Savage 