Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: poetry
Pens on the Table
There are pens on my table I just can’t explain When every refrain Is tapped out on the lap top Or vigorously thumbed Into iPhone note pad apps Between bites of baps And inevitable wine Lubricating the rhyme There are pens on my table… Continue Reading “Pens on the Table”
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”
Quiet Compere- Anything but quiet!
What an amazing night at Seven Arts last night. Ten poets plus our esteemed Quiet Compare herself, Sarah L Dixon. We had humour, music, dance, sorrow, love and gratitude in an atmosphere of pre-weekend anticipation shared with talented people. It was truly a smorgasbord; a… Continue Reading “Quiet Compere- Anything but quiet!”
Only Angry for Now
I know I say I’m furious But all I want to know Is why! Don’t sigh And give excuses Just be true And you Just can’t go wrong My song Has always been A measure of passion One of common sense And a huge… Continue Reading “Only Angry for Now”
Quiet Compere- I’m performing!
Quiet Compere Tour – Leeds – Seven Arts – 27th June Sarah L Dixon, The Quiet Compere of Manchester, is taking her unique show on the road in 2014. Her tour will visit 12 cities with over 120 poets performing altogether. The tour brings… Continue Reading “Quiet Compere- I’m performing!”
A Smile is a Transient Thing…
A smile is a transient thing; No it’s not Not right now, in the face Of this damning disgrace And the backwash of bitterness Harsh aftertaste Of the ending of running This hobbling race Still I look and I see There is no empty… Continue Reading “A Smile is a Transient Thing…”
Haiku Practice
Realising sleep can’t Be replaced by happiness; Broken body heal. Half moon balanced in Equinox sky (black cotton) Flips; my heart the same.
Before the Gates
One is a source of distraction The other is a source of inspiration One wishes to see me grounded The other wonders how far I could fly Let me stand upon your shoulders Let me reach into the sky Then you can climb on… Continue Reading “Before the Gates”
Modern Triads
Fatigue wears like an old belt strap Still I can Still I am Still I want Cramp in back every single lap Still I try Still I push Still I pant Eyelids droop as the drug takes hold Still I write Still I think… Continue Reading “Modern Triads”
Mabh Savage 