Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: poem
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
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”
Pens on the Table
There are pens on my table I just can’t explain When every refrain Is tapped out on the lap top Or vigorously thumbed Into iPhone note pad apps Between bites of baps And inevitable wine Lubricating the rhyme There are pens on my table… Continue Reading “Pens on the Table”
Coming Home to Mouldy Guacamole
I almost wish it were A metaphor for death; decay! Instead you’ll be surprised To hear me say That coming home to Mouldy guacamole Holy moley! Guacamole! Is actually a measure Of my happiness My pleasure Green and lumpy Like it should be Now… Continue Reading “Coming Home to Mouldy Guacamole”
Only Angry for Now
I know I say I’m furious But all I want to know Is why! Don’t sigh And give excuses Just be true And you Just can’t go wrong My song Has always been A measure of passion One of common sense And a huge… Continue Reading “Only Angry for Now”
A Smile is a Transient Thing…
A smile is a transient thing; No it’s not Not right now, in the face Of this damning disgrace And the backwash of bitterness Harsh aftertaste Of the ending of running This hobbling race Still I look and I see There is no empty… Continue Reading “A Smile is a Transient Thing…”
