Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: poetry
NaPoWriMo Day 16: Hamsters
(Prompt from eight-year-Old Nathan) They’re funny, they’re furry They look so sweet But once they see fingers It’s time to eat Hamsters are cute Hamsters are small They adore that wheel And the weird rolling ball But their little black eyes Are watching you… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 16: Hamsters”
NaPoWriMo Day 15: Old Creaker
Creaking like a ship at sea Sails rattling and flapping Snapping in a stiff Ocean breeze Salt in the wounds Groaning, moaning, Straining to rise Rise above the decks Like a looming wave; I only trickle gently Towards the final shore.
NaPoWriMo Day 14: Short Straw
Who could take a piece of straw And build a house A home A hearth Of heart and bone Then live alone No love No joy; No distractions. This straw was not the short one.
NaPoWriMo Day 13: Easter
Easter starts with a corpse I wrote I didn’t mean to be Disrespectful But the man dies In a terrible way It seems so sad So depressing A man who wanted Kindness Respect Compassion And yet received none Or very little Did we have… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 13: Easter”
NaPoWriMo Day 12: Baby Cuddles
Soft cuddle Sleepy baby Nuzzling into my shoulder A vast improvement On the head butts of earlier The pinch punch grab Of curiosity Without limits I wouldn’t change it Each bruise a medal From my 17 month old But this nuzzling Snuffling Shuffling cuddle… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 12: Baby Cuddles”
The Day We Forgot What Colour Bin To Put Out
We didn’t know which bin it was Not green nor brown nor black The neighbours had not put theirs out We were totally off track We waited til the bin men came Then watched which one they dragged We raced the truck and gave… Continue Reading “The Day We Forgot What Colour Bin To Put Out”
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?”
Mabh Savage 