Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: poetry
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… Continue Reading “Intermittent Cloud, Some Showers”
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… Continue Reading “Pigeons”
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… Continue Reading “The Rain Roars”
The Eildon Tree
My May Day poem on the Moon Books Blog: http://moon-books.net/blogs/moonbooks/the-eildon-tree/
NaPoWriMo Day 21: Angry
Don’t be late Tie your shoes Shut the gate Please don’t lose Keys again It’s the end Help your mum Help your friend Shut your mouth Now speak up Louder please Fill your cup Homework done? Pens in pot Eat that dinner While it’s… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 21: Angry”
NaPoWriMo Day 20: A Fresh Look
I never realised How other people see you So kind So warm So thoughtful I need to slip Behind their eyes And look at you Afresh.
NaPoWriMo Day 18: No Real Use
No real use for these He sighs And plucks the flower Now endangered But because his land Is full of them He won’t believe It’s true A weed to him Plant based vermin Taking over Invasive He is unwilling to see He is lucky… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 18: No Real Use”
NaPoWriMo Day 17: Bean Bags?
Is it a bag of beans? Who decided that Tiny polystyrene beads Were actually beans? Are they named for dried beans? Fresh beans? Baked beans? I don’t understand. And why is it a bag? It’s a seat. A pouffe. A tuffet, perhaps. A stool,… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 17: Bean Bags?”
Mabh Savage 