Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: rain
Navigating the Bumps
It’s a Friday evening. I’m cuddled up next to my toddler who is drinking milk and getting ready to sleep. I feel something, a sense of nostalgia for something I’m that isn’t happened yet; a familiar yet inexplicable feeling. Then the clouds start to… Continue Reading “Navigating the Bumps”
I Realised I Was Air
I realised I was air today After years of toying with fire Getting fingers burned yet Revelling in the pain Believing I may be a green witch A child of the earth Because I could grow things Back from almost nothing Nurturing and coaxing… Continue Reading “I Realised I Was Air”
October
It’s the first of October It’s a rainy day It’s rescuing birds from cats It’s snuggling in a blanket while writing It’s letting the kids binge on films It’s not worrying about hanging the washing out It’s piles of procrastination It’s thinking about putting… Continue Reading “October”
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”
The Language of Weather
I speak in raindrops Wet and wild Whipping tears To join me But sometimes Pitter pattering On tent walls Soothing Dream like Tiny heartbeats. I wail in wind Tornado tantrums Testy twister Throwing; hurling Except sometimes I take a kite Gently, expertly Earth To… Continue Reading “The Language of Weather”
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”
Merry Lughnasadh
Despite the rainy intervals, these gorgeous swifts managed to catch some respite during a sunny spell, drying themselves in Lugh’s light. I’m spending Lughnasadh, also the time of Lammas and the first harvest, camping with family near a farm in Skipton. We are enjoying… Continue Reading “Merry Lughnasadh “
Double Rainbow
If you look to the very left of the picture, you can faintly see the ‘second’ rainbow. Jim informs me that every rainbow has a double, and the colours are reversed. So although it follows the same curve as the primary rainbow, the… Continue Reading “Double Rainbow”
Broken Blue
Mornings like this are the epitome of autumn for me. A magical mix that should be distressing but in its balance becomes quite beautiful. Sunshine beaming in the blue beneath heavy lids of looming cloud; birds soaring gleefully then buffeted by the random raucous… Continue Reading “Broken Blue”
Oftimes Music is the Rain
Oftimes music is the rain Falling rhythm on the pane Rolling drum like in my ear Softly soothing then I hear A pause A change The rhythm breaks Has it… Could it be… A snatch of sun beam One, two, three; The cloud flows… Continue Reading “Oftimes Music is the Rain”
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