Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: shape poem
NaPoWriMo Day 9: Bright
She said What shape Should this poem be? Will it twist and turn and wind And cover me in thorns, barbed words To sting and recriminate, burning and cutting Before sneering away to hide behind smug curtains Of arrogance, cold and diamond-like, sharp and… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 9: Bright”
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