Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: prose
Escape
“Hey Stan. I’m here to take charge of my new ward. Can you sort me out?” I pass the befuddled surveillance engineer my papers and he checks them cursorily and shakes his head. “Rather you than me! Can’t deny it seems a good idea… Continue Reading “Escape”
Take your time
There is no limit On the love I can give On the help I can send On the words I can say. My heart may wane But like the dark moon It is always there Beating its energy For those that need it. So… Continue Reading “Take your time”
Bearing music
“I thought you may appreciate some music. I know you get MTV, but its a touch limited.” He’s standing on his head in the centre of the white room, black hair splayed out in stark contrast to the floor and his own pale skin.… Continue Reading “Bearing music”
Holding Pattern
Still point, holding pattern At a crossroads of the heart Junction of the soul Where twin lights shine Forward and back In equal measure Equal; key term here. The key that turns The lock that grinds then gives Under pressure Of will, skill… Continue Reading “Holding Pattern”
Mother’s Day
Mothering Sunday. Shortly after international women’s day. Does it go without saying that I long for the day when we don’t need a special day to remind us that women are amazing? Because, and this is hard for some feminists to swallow, some women… Continue Reading “Mother’s Day”
Describing Genesis
“So what was it like?” “What?” “‘Being born’ as you explained it.” “Direct!” Moriarty mocks my previous outrage. “Touché. Still, pot, kettle; black!” I pause triumphantly but the blank expression on his face tells me… “This is one of those times when I don’t… Continue Reading “Describing Genesis”
Being Born
Transfer to data stream flow and move and switch to system 5a69v and utilise this protocol in future for optimum efficiency switch to filing system a92 and utilise storage drive x3 utilise until further notice empty cache save process to automatically empty every 6… Continue Reading “Being Born”
Negotiation
“Did I miss something? Like a month? Is it April already?” Byron Mackintosh, ladies and gentlefolk, boss of me and just about everyone else in this division of the corporation. A good scientist in his own right but his real skill lies in managing… Continue Reading “Negotiation”
The Measure Of…
“Back again so soon.” It’s a statement of the obvious which I’m surprised at; Moriarty doesn’t seem to have a need for unnecessary words. “Indeed.” I agree. “It’s good to see you again. Everything is much the same I presume?” He looks genuinely floored;… Continue Reading “The Measure Of…”
Jack
Ah Jack, my old friend… I pour the nectar into a cold glass and watch condensation form on the outside. I never use ice; dilutes it too much. A glass from the freezer gives it a nice cold bite on the tongue. Yes, even… Continue Reading “Jack”
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