Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: travel
NaPoWriMo Day 23: Travel Research
Planning to travel I love it Discovering places Google searches TripAdvisor sifting Laughing at ridiculous reviews “Too sandy” “Too foreign” You know the type Snuffing candles Complaining about the dark But beyond this The photos and awe Of folks who really dove into Trips… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 23: Travel Research”
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 18: Fog
Fog framed journey home Why does it look like walls Cutting us off From the moor From the night From the sight Of coming home Maybe we should be grateful Maybe not.
NaPoWriMo Day 13: There’s nothing so great as the beach
There’s nothing so great as the beach Sand between the toes Warm and chafing You know it’ll be a nightmare later But right now It’s lovely Chilly, searing cold sea Then after a minute, It’s refreshing Lemonade for the sole Lapping at heat-dried ankles… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 13: There’s nothing so great as the beach”
NaPoWriMo Day 12: Strawberry Water
Strawberry agua, She says, So proud to have learnt That snippet of Spanish Grinning at me, at the host, At the big glass dispenser Packed with glossy red fruit Chilled water Little paper cups Take as much as you want. Sí, agua de fresa… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 12: Strawberry Water”
Pigeons
The pigeons sat on me The day I took the train. I’d seen the old man A local, perhaps Or a tourist, but such a lack of Surprise At his avian invaders He stood beneath the sighing sycamore While feathered rats Stood politely on… Continue Reading “Pigeons”
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 “
Summer Adventures: Temple Newsam
Jim, Nathan and I made the most of the sun by heading down to Temple Newsam Home Farm in Leeds. Nathan befriended a sheep and was freaked out by the apiary, which I, conversely, found fascinating. We saw baby rabbits, squirrels and had a… Continue Reading “Summer Adventures: Temple Newsam”
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