Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: poetry
NaPoWriMo Day 5: Mystery Haiku
“Why is this?!” I asked The cards answered, “Mystery” Guess I asked for that.
NaPoWriMo Day 3 – Slap
A slap to the face Leaves a red mark Obvious, critical, easily criticised So we shun Physical violence. A heart racing Blood pumping Veins jumping Throat popping and retching Hands tingling Muscles twanging Tired, old guitar strings Tired of being played; Not so obvious… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 3 – Slap”
NaPoWriMo Day 6 – Companions
Seen and unseen Felt, always felt Trailing thoughts like fingers The blackbird in the fence Guardian at the gates Of heart and mind Turning energy into matter Words into action Idea Into Reality.
Waking Up Sick
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”
Reaching into Twilight
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”
Calling Young Poets!
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!”
Merry Lúnasa
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/
New poem for my Patrons
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”
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