Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: weather
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”
Spring Storm
Picture was taken in the middle of the night, the light is from lightning alone. Heat and light and fight! Spars strike at stars Scars cut the sky As lightning flies And cuts and fries The crowding clouds Clamouring for more Rain beats the… Continue Reading “Spring Storm”
The Language of Weather
I speak in raindrops Wet and wild Whipping tears To join me But sometimes Pitter pattering On tent walls Soothing Dream like Tiny heartbeats. I wail in wind Tornado tantrums Testy twister Throwing; hurling Except sometimes I take a kite Gently, expertly Earth To… Continue Reading “The Language of Weather”
The Wedding
I married The old stone wall Hidden behind The rhododendrons I found it When the snow Angel coloured lead Bowed the branches White flakes For my veil We borrowed The blue Sky, old And new And stood in front Of ourselves No witnesses.
World Poetry Day 2018
For World Poetry Day today, I was obsessed with petrichor, the smell after the rain. Here are some of the poetic doodles I did today… Rain hits soil hits nose Knowing how it works doesn’t Make it not magic. Microbes multiply Each rain drop… Continue Reading “World Poetry Day 2018”
An Ode to My New Coat
Wrapped in Tiny, tiny pillows Downy treats To snuggle in On streets While walking In snow Hail or rain No pain No sting Just cuddling My purple joy My new toy I’ve waited so long This song Is for the coat I yearned for… Continue Reading “An Ode to My New Coat”
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 “
The Wind Came At Night
In the days of chilling blaze Springtime sun as winter fades Dazzling spears and green grass blades The gale the only blight. Driving out to picnics gay February turning into May Hearts and smiles throughout the day But the wind came at night Batten… Continue Reading “The Wind Came At Night”
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