Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: writing
Beltane Blogging
I noticed that I don’t tend to blog about Beltane? I was puzzled by this as I always celebrate Beltane. Some years that’s a full blown ritual. Some years it’s quiet contemplation. The year Pagan Portals: Celtic Witchcraft was released, I took the hopes… Continue Reading “Beltane Blogging”
The Eildon Tree
My May Day poem on the Moon Books Blog: http://moon-books.net/blogs/moonbooks/the-eildon-tree/
NaPoWriMo Day 21: Angry
Don’t be late Tie your shoes Shut the gate Please don’t lose Keys again It’s the end Help your mum Help your friend Shut your mouth Now speak up Louder please Fill your cup Homework done? Pens in pot Eat that dinner While it’s… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 21: Angry”
NaPoWriMo Day 20: A Fresh Look
I never realised How other people see you So kind So warm So thoughtful I need to slip Behind their eyes And look at you Afresh.
NaPoWriMo Day 18: No Real Use
No real use for these He sighs And plucks the flower Now endangered But because his land Is full of them He won’t believe It’s true A weed to him Plant based vermin Taking over Invasive He is unwilling to see He is lucky… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 18: No Real Use”
NaPoWriMo Day 17: Bean Bags?
Is it a bag of beans? Who decided that Tiny polystyrene beads Were actually beans? Are they named for dried beans? Fresh beans? Baked beans? I don’t understand. And why is it a bag? It’s a seat. A pouffe. A tuffet, perhaps. A stool,… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 17: Bean Bags?”
NaPoWriMo Day 16: Hamsters
(Prompt from eight-year-Old Nathan) They’re funny, they’re furry They look so sweet But once they see fingers It’s time to eat Hamsters are cute Hamsters are small They adore that wheel And the weird rolling ball But their little black eyes Are watching you… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 16: Hamsters”
NaPoWriMo Day 15: Old Creaker
Creaking like a ship at sea Sails rattling and flapping Snapping in a stiff Ocean breeze Salt in the wounds Groaning, moaning, Straining to rise Rise above the decks Like a looming wave; I only trickle gently Towards the final shore.
NaPoWriMo Day 14: Short Straw
Who could take a piece of straw And build a house A home A hearth Of heart and bone Then live alone No love No joy; No distractions. This straw was not the short one.
Mabh Savage 