Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: seasons
The PF Online Garden!
Come and join us today for videos, games, music and more! All from the comfort and safety of your own home. Plus there will be something new in this event every day until the summer solstice!
Imbolc Blessings!
May the first stirrings of spring be felt joyfully within you. Here’s my musings from last year: https://mabhsavage.com/2019/02/01/imbolc-treasure/
Pagan Federation: New Poetry Book!
I’m very excited to announce that The Pagan Federation Anthology of Pagan Poetry (Volume 1) has been published and is available to buy on Amazon. I have two poems in the anthology, plus there’s poetry from Dan Coultas (who brought the anthology together), Eleanor… Continue Reading “Pagan Federation: New Poetry Book!”
Autumn Equinox and the GLAD Study
The autumn equinox is a time for pause and reflection. It’s that moment of balance; darkness is about to take over, and before too long, the nights will noticeably outweigh the days. It’s a time to take stock, just as traditionally, the equinox would… Continue Reading “Autumn Equinox and the GLAD Study”
The World Creaks
The world creaks I stand on my step Suddenly unsteady As if I felt The planet Tilt Wind teases Rain taunts Something is growing Beneath The earth warms The sky cries And the world Creaks
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 8: Cold Spring
Cold in Spring It’s so cold My fingers shake Autocorrect is basically Writing this poem Frigidity has stolen My literary talents Such as they were But the stars, My gods, the stars…
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”
Imbolc Treasure
Imbolc is the Celtic festival of winter’s end, the start of spring, and is celebrated on the first or second of February. Spring isn’t here yet, but we’ve made it to halfway between winter solstice and the equinox. Lambs are on their way, and… Continue Reading “Imbolc Treasure”
Autumn Colours
I’m an autumn photography addict. I can’t help but get snap happy at this time of year. Colours leaps out at me from every angle and I want to capture it, hold it, cling onto it as if the fiery colours can actually warm… Continue Reading “Autumn Colours”
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