Waking Up Sick Every sniffle and cough is the same: “Is this it? Have I caught it Should I isolate?” But until now, Symptoms didn’t quite match Today was different My foible is An over sensitive nose Driving my guts to distraction With the… Continue Reading “Waking Up Sick”
I’m not watering the plants I’m reaching out into twilight Touching the dusk Not dusting; dusking Swimming in impossible blue Under the wary red eye Of Mars Silhouette trees a startling shadow play Against spreading spilt ink Dripping like the water From my tiny… Continue Reading “Reaching into Twilight”
Do you know a child who is a budding young poet? If they can write a poem on the subject of: Moon and Stars Animals Weather Woodland, trees and forests Magic and mythology Then get them to put pen to paper (or fingers to… Continue Reading “Calling Young Poets!”
Wishing you all a wonderful first harvest weekend, whether you celebrate Lúnasa, Lammas or Yorkshire Day! All three have meaning for me, but Lúnasa is the festival I celebrate most. Click the link for a poem named for Samildánach, one of Lugh’s epithets. https://mabhsavage.com/2018/08/01/samildanach/
A little look at how the fair folk’s influence seems to have sunk its teeth into modern politics. …we learned to hang iron, throw salt, leave out butter and cream… Don’t you want the clink clank of gold…? This poem is available in full… Continue Reading “New poem for my Patrons”
There’s a page on the Internet Says your stuff’ll go missing Sharp things underfoot Pens and tacks and pins Favourite earrings Special trinkets Bills and dockets Gone for good But I know That sometimes a lost item Is simply lost Misplaced Forgotten Because humans… Continue Reading “Kinda Good”
I got behind… again I got distracted… again There was other stuff going on… again Like last year When I didn’t finish And the year before When I barely finished So why This year of all years When there is more reason than ever… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 22: NaPoWriMo Blues”
My nine year old wrote Of the pale moon gracefully Riding stallion clouds. I begged him for it That magical phrase, just to Say how proud I am.