Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: Poet
NaPoWriMo Day 8: Cold Spring
Cold in Spring It’s so cold My fingers shake Autocorrect is basically Writing this poem Frigidity has stolen My literary talents Such as they were But the stars, My gods, the stars…
NaPoWriMo Day 7: Do I Let The Cats?
Do I let the cats heal me? Press their tiny beans Into my sore muscles Again and again A much needed kneading. Do I let their meowing Cacaphony Chase away the Twittering birds of brain. Do I let the earthquake rumble Of purring Ground… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 7: Do I Let The Cats?”
NaPoWriMo Day Six: Sun Happy
Sunshine splashing warm tea Hot cross buns Fresh baked bread Dishwasher steam Just ironed sheets Across my face I snuggle in it And sigh.
Superstitious Villanelle
One for sorrow, two for joy Taunts the lone magpie That bird in the hand, shy and coy. When we shy away from ladders Cover mirrors, dodge bird droppings, chanting, “One for sorrow, two for joy.” While stars can be wished upon And white… Continue Reading “Superstitious Villanelle”
NaPoWriMo Day Four: Grey Sky Mood
When the sky is grey Like fluffy grease From the bottom Of a chef’s shoe Like a smear of ash From a dead campfire Like pencil shading Abruptly halted By the snapping of lead. When the sky is grey And looms above my garden… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day Four: Grey Sky Mood”
NaPoWriMo Day Three: Sacred Crossroads
Wandering, feet finding their own way Over treacherous stones Sucking mud puddles Velvet grass, chomped short By sheep. The wood, the fields, the ditches Are my pathways To walk without interference From my unruly mind. These shoes have seen a lot Fights, nights out,… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day Three: Sacred Crossroads”
Bang
Bang… Slams the door Cracks the window Dints a smile Burns a path in the grass All the way To the incinerator Bang… Shouts an engine Pounds a horn Stamps a pedal Screams a tyre black track Bang… Ends a nightmare Stops the moment… Continue Reading “Bang”
Going in Pairs
Lads roll their eyes When they see us pop To the loo in pairs Easy to be blasé When you’ve never been groped And had no one believe you Never been pinned against a wall Never been leered at With no one to back… Continue Reading “Going in Pairs”
Lugh’s Lesson
I walk up to the gates And I tell them How much I have to offer How much I have to give But they don’t want to know They’ve seen it all before You don’t write better Sing better Fight better Than any we’ve… Continue Reading “Lugh’s Lesson”
Ocean Longing
Strange nostalgia for the sea Background smell Of coal dust and coziness While I walk on the beach Houses behind me Horizon ahead Beckoning.
Mabh Savage 