Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: Poet
Curry Night
Stepping back into my kitchen Which smells of Fenugreek Curry leaf Happiness A potato heavy Vegan affair That does surprisingly little To soak up Two shots of whiskey And a glass of homemade Cherry wine. Step out again, Wobble around the house Check for…
October
It’s the first of October It’s a rainy day It’s rescuing birds from cats It’s snuggling in a blanket while writing It’s letting the kids binge on films It’s not worrying about hanging the washing out It’s piles of procrastination It’s thinking about putting…
Intermittent Cloud, Some Showers
I need to take inspiration From the one year old She is a joy storm Crashing delight Like waves against My sinking ship Lightning smiles Hurricane howling laughter My stress My tears My depression Feel worthless In the sight Of her happiness I want…
The World Creaks
The world creaks I stand on my step Suddenly unsteady As if I felt The planet Tilt Wind teases Rain taunts Something is growing Beneath The earth warms The sky cries And the world Creaks
Pigeons
The pigeons sat on me The day I took the train. I’d seen the old man A local, perhaps Or a tourist, but such a lack of Surprise At his avian invaders He stood beneath the sighing sycamore While feathered rats Stood politely on…
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…
The Eildon Tree
My May Day poem on the Moon Books Blog: http://moon-books.net/blogs/moonbooks/the-eildon-tree/
