Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: poetry
The Wind Came At Night
In the days of chilling blaze Springtime sun as winter fades Dazzling spears and green grass blades The gale the only blight. Driving out to picnics gay February turning into May Hearts and smiles throughout the day But the wind came at night Batten… Continue Reading “The Wind Came At Night”
Dwell
Where I dwell Is forest, lake and moss Is grass and mud And paths well tracked Renewed with rain Yet strain and pain Are the stained glass In the window My face is pressed against. When I dwell On past and present Voices raised… Continue Reading “Dwell”
Juxtaposition
The new moon, sliver of silver Sits upon the cloud throne Serious as ever. Never have I felt Such grief For someone I never met Yet my soul is aching Heart is breaking Diamonds in my eyes Make jewels street lights. This modern love… Continue Reading “Juxtaposition”
Snow Dreams
Plain white sky Like hotel sheets Dull and unexpecting Business like and taut. So featureless Yet promising Cold, white fluff Softness incarnate Deadly and sharp. Drifting down And against doors No pause No laws Against this invasion. I dream of snow; December’s promise Solstice… Continue Reading “Snow Dreams”
I Rose
My rose was blue I stepped beneath the arch My rose was gold Or peach Softness incarnate Never crimson Never bold Tentative like my Steps. I rose beneath the arch To meet four faces Framed with snake With sea With sinister teeth With chains… Continue Reading “I Rose”
David Cameron: Spambot
David Cameron, David Cam You are a robot Made out of spam You hunt the foxes And kill the poor And that’s what Tories voted for. At Eton you were just one of the chaps Burning money in front of tramps I guess you… Continue Reading “David Cameron: Spambot”
Celtic Witchcraft, nearly there!
The penultimate chapter of Celtic Witchcraft is up! Please have a read HERE and leave me a comment letting me know what you you think. The final chapter will be up next month. I’m just negotiating for my cover artwork. Very exciting!
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”
Outside In: Heart Centre, Leeds
If you’re in Leeds this Saturday, do pop in to Heart in Headingley where Peter Spafford will be showcasing local talent. Expect music, spoken word and poetry, and also expect to be impressed. Click link below for full details. See you there! http://www.heartcentre.org.uk/whats-on/event-details?mc_id=mc_2015-03-21_1071
