Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: prose
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”
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?”
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 Three: Sacred Crossroads
Wandering, feet finding their own way Over treacherous stones Sucking mud puddles Velvet grass, chomped short By sheep. The wood, the fields, the ditches Are my pathways To walk without interference From my unruly mind. These shoes have seen a lot Fights, nights out,… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day Three: Sacred Crossroads”
She Gave me a Witchstone
See the hole right through the middle? That’s what makes this a witchstone, or hagstone. Traditionally associated with magic, they are used as protection from various evils, including to protect sailors from drowning. The hole is formed by the ocean and the particles therein… Continue Reading “She Gave me a Witchstone”
Otley Spoken Poetry Competition
If you have a spare three quid burning a hole in your pocket, why not come to Otley Courthouse next Saturday? I be performing some poetry, alongside many other poets, vying for the coveted OWF Press Spoken Poetry Prize!
World Poetry Day 2018
For World Poetry Day today, I was obsessed with petrichor, the smell after the rain. Here are some of the poetic doodles I did today… Rain hits soil hits nose Knowing how it works doesn’t Make it not magic. Microbes multiply Each rain drop… Continue Reading “World Poetry Day 2018”
Happiness
I was looking for a specific piece of work from 2012 when I came across this. I’m not sure what was happening the day I wrote this but clearly I was in a good mood! My description of how happiness exists within us and… Continue Reading “Happiness”
Online Lughnasadh Festival
Ah Lughnasadh! The height of summer, a time of fun and games, the rise of the competitive spirit and a time to truly honour our ancestors, just as Lugh honoured his mother at this time. I could smell it this morning; that sweetness in… Continue Reading “Online Lughnasadh Festival”
Mabh Savage 