Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: poem
NaPoWriMo Day 8: And Tales of Human Blood
Content Warning: Blood, donating blood, sickness. Inspired by the NaPoWriMo Website’s prompt to take a line from a poetry bot on Twitter and turn it into a poem. And tales of human blood, Oh, dear digital Shelley, these are The tales for our times… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 8: And Tales of Human Blood”
NaPoWriMo Day 7: Where the Rain is Made of Iron
Following the prompt for Day 7 from the NaPoWriMo site, sort of, as this poem is inspired by this news headline. Where the rain is made of iron And the sun is made of clay See the flowers made of music Fill the lava… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 7: Where the Rain is Made of Iron”
NaPoWriMo Day 6: Date Night
He came down the stairs In jeans and a smart t-shirt I’d almost forgotten What outdoor clothes looked like Didn’t we live in Comfies now? Loungewear and PJs? “Date night!” he exclaims! And I clap in delight. Such a thing, to be treated like… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 6: Date Night”
NaPoWriMo Day 5: Piss-Taking Weather
When, in Britain, has it ever Been so balmy Calm in March and April? Warm sun, some wind but nothing really too Forceful, Smatterings of rain but hardly April showers. No deluge No late frosts I’d happily plant my summer bulbs out If I… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 5: Piss-Taking Weather”
NaPoWriMo Day 4: Tough Like Old Leather
I told a friend “Today was tough Tough as old boots Tough like old leather Tough like the steak I sent back And worried about the chef spitting on Tough like the conversation I had to have With a toxic person Another toxic person… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 4: Tough Like Old Leather”
NaPoWriMo Day 2: Something Changed
A witch of the wind I’ve always been Smelling out the change in seasons Through the breaths between the words The inhale before each breeze Which leaves a blossom scented stillness Or in autumn, the petrichor of rotting leaves and rain Or in winter,… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 2: Something Changed”
NaPoWriMo Day 1: The Fallen
I cried last night I guess I already told you But it’s rare for me Despite chronic depression A range of anxieties Suspected other conditions Where diagnosis only failed through Lack of time and effort So I feel sad, a lot But I rarely… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 1: The Fallen”
Valentine’s Softness
An old #ValentinesDay poem (link below) which switches between cynical and soft- which are you this #Valentine2020 ? https://mabhsavage.com/2017/02/14/my-tuesday-valentine/
I Realised I Was Air
I realised I was air today After years of toying with fire Getting fingers burned yet Revelling in the pain Believing I may be a green witch A child of the earth Because I could grow things Back from almost nothing Nurturing and coaxing… Continue Reading “I Realised I Was Air”
Mabh Savage 