Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: Poet
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”
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”
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”
Winter Wonder Winner!
Now that’s a mouthful isn’t it! I’ve just been reading back through the Winter Wonder entries and they are all so beautiful and heartfelt in their own way, I was actually sad to have to pick a winner. However, that’s what I promised, so… Continue Reading “Winter Wonder Winner!”
Widdershins Whirl
Endlessly entropic Ebbing away Says the circle so bright Dares the moon in the light Of the day hale and gay So we spin and we stick To the lines drawn before To the curves of our past Salt and water hold fast To… Continue Reading “Widdershins Whirl”
Mabh Savage 