Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: weather
Frosty Morning
…The wind doesn’t have a chance
But we stay inside
Admiring echoes
Of misty Niflheim…
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NaPoWriMo Day 5: Piss-Taking Weather
When, in Britain, has it ever Been so balmy Calm in March and April? Warm sun, some wind but nothing really too Forceful, Smatterings of rain but hardly April showers. No deluge No late frosts I’d happily plant my summer bulbs out If I… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 5: Piss-Taking Weather”
NaPoWriMo Day 2: Something Changed
A witch of the wind I’ve always been Smelling out the change in seasons Through the breaths between the words The inhale before each breeze Which leaves a blossom scented stillness Or in autumn, the petrichor of rotting leaves and rain Or in winter,… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 2: Something Changed”
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”
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
Friday Feeling
Things that made me happy this week so far (my attempt at telling depression to bugger right off). CHaOS science day at Oakwell Hall. Lots of experiments for the kids to try out. Baby ran amok across the grounds and we saw newts, rats,… Continue Reading “Friday Feeling”
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…
DIY
The dog pant roar Of a hand saw DIY, oh why In this heat They must be mad Have they had Enough of dust And rust And just one more shelf Rollers in hand (not hair) And sleeves to there Or not at all… Continue Reading “DIY”
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