Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: writing
NaPoWriMo Day Three: Sacred Crossroads
Wandering, feet finding their own way Over treacherous stones Sucking mud puddles Velvet grass, chomped short By sheep. The wood, the fields, the ditches Are my pathways To walk without interference From my unruly mind. These shoes have seen a lot Fights, nights out,… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day Three: Sacred Crossroads”
Bang
Bang… Slams the door Cracks the window Dints a smile Burns a path in the grass All the way To the incinerator Bang… Shouts an engine Pounds a horn Stamps a pedal Screams a tyre black track Bang… Ends a nightmare Stops the moment… Continue Reading “Bang”
Going in Pairs
Lads roll their eyes When they see us pop To the loo in pairs Easy to be blasé When you’ve never been groped And had no one believe you Never been pinned against a wall Never been leered at With no one to back… Continue Reading “Going in Pairs”
Lugh’s Lesson
I walk up to the gates And I tell them How much I have to offer How much I have to give But they don’t want to know They’ve seen it all before You don’t write better Sing better Fight better Than any we’ve… Continue Reading “Lugh’s Lesson”
Elusive Happiness
I felt happy several times this weekend. Playing with my little girl. Hearing her laugh. Watching her grow. Seeing friends. Chatting. Sharing. Unwinding. Watching Buffy. Chilling. Escaping. Yet as I fell asleep, or tried to, on Sunday night, all I could think about was… Continue Reading “Elusive Happiness”
Imbolc Treasure
Imbolc is the Celtic festival of winter’s end, the start of spring, and is celebrated on the first or second of February. Spring isn’t here yet, but we’ve made it to halfway between winter solstice and the equinox. Lambs are on their way, and… Continue Reading “Imbolc Treasure”
She Gave me a Witchstone
See the hole right through the middle? That’s what makes this a witchstone, or hagstone. Traditionally associated with magic, they are used as protection from various evils, including to protect sailors from drowning. The hole is formed by the ocean and the particles therein… Continue Reading “She Gave me a Witchstone”
Lonely Bubble
The boy pulls my arm Look at this bubble! He cries, and sighs In delight. It sits, unharmed, on the rainy tarmac Wet and round and glossy A perfect hemisphere A ghostly fried egg imitator A final resting place With no predicted pop. It… Continue Reading “Lonely Bubble”
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