Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: spirituality
NaPoWriMo Day 24: Angels
Angel in my heart Messenger Winged and covered in eyes A wheel A chariot A burning fire Fear not Be not afraid I mean Have you seen yourself.
NaPoWriMo Day 21: Don’t be a part of the problem; be the entire problem
Note: This is entirely UPG, I don’t claim to carry messages from deities or other beings! While in the hot tub Loki says, “In the chaos be the calm (or cause).”
NaPoWriMo Day 19: Rag Pile
I didn’t want to go straight back to work After the holiday So many memories Still waiting to be processed After a long day We sleep Our brains do Their filing cabinet thing What’s working memory What’s long term Well Not mine, not so… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 19: Rag Pile”
NaPoWriMo Day 17: Bravery
We went to the butterfly park I loved it, immediately entranced With Buddhist iconography “Don’t step on the butterflies,” The receptionist said With a totally straight face. I know you don’t like flying things But you came anyway And it was too much You… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 17: Bravery”
NaPoWriMo Day 16: Heavy
Ants. They show me ants Marching across the path Suddenly a way to connect With the one that avoids me We see an evicted queen Or perhaps one starting out alone “They usually die” I’m informed Mate, don’t I know it. We watch the… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 16: Heavy”
That Little Laugh
No doubt you’ve seen us The mischief makers Followers of a chaotic Maelstrom of love A little smirk on our faces A little laugh, perhaps As we listen to words only We can hear Rocks and sweets and toys In our pockets No we… Continue Reading “That Little Laugh”
I Am, I Will Be Drunk
Content warning: mentions of intoxication and drinking alcohol Charles Baudelaire, He said be drunk I know what he means I do. To be drunk on “Wine or poetry or virtue” Oh how I would love To make you drunk on poetry To feed you… Continue Reading “I Am, I Will Be Drunk”
Lokean Beads
Contains UPG. My husband took a liking to kombolois while we were in Rhodes last year. I bought him one from a Greek merchant, crafted from pieces of volcanic rock. I later felt that special niggling feeling you get when something close to you… Continue Reading “Lokean Beads”
Moon Day Mondays
Waxing Crescent – First Quarter Last night it seemed so bright and strong A bow of light A bower capable of Lifting the world As I glided home along motorways Lokabrenna searing my eyes By my side the whole way Orion’s companion A torch… Continue Reading “Moon Day Mondays”
Shouting Fire
I want to shout it out From the top of a Mountain Skyscraper Geyser Aeroplane in flight Hang suspended in the clouds Shouting fire Upon the unsuspecting. Fire of inspiration Hope Passion Creativity Just make something Make something make something Make me something then… Continue Reading “Shouting Fire”
Mabh Savage 