Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: writing
Taken from Notes from a Gentle Heart…
…is a wonderful review of my book, A Modern Celt: Seeking the Ancestors. Laura Perry tells us in her own words what she thought of it. Thanks Laura, glad you enjoyed it!
Coming Home to Mouldy Guacamole
I almost wish it were A metaphor for death; decay! Instead you’ll be surprised To hear me say That coming home to Mouldy guacamole Holy moley! Guacamole! Is actually a measure Of my happiness My pleasure Green and lumpy Like it should be Now… Continue Reading “Coming Home to Mouldy Guacamole”
Celtic Witchcraft
If you’ve ever wondered how witchcraft is still thriving in our modern world, go and have a read of the first chapter of my new book, Celtic Witchcraft. It’s available to view for free on the Moon Books Blog.
Quiet Compere- Anything but quiet!
What an amazing night at Seven Arts last night. Ten poets plus our esteemed Quiet Compare herself, Sarah L Dixon. We had humour, music, dance, sorrow, love and gratitude in an atmosphere of pre-weekend anticipation shared with talented people. It was truly a smorgasbord; a… Continue Reading “Quiet Compere- Anything but quiet!”
Only Angry for Now
I know I say I’m furious But all I want to know Is why! Don’t sigh And give excuses Just be true And you Just can’t go wrong My song Has always been A measure of passion One of common sense And a huge… Continue Reading “Only Angry for Now”
A Smile is a Transient Thing…
A smile is a transient thing; No it’s not Not right now, in the face Of this damning disgrace And the backwash of bitterness Harsh aftertaste Of the ending of running This hobbling race Still I look and I see There is no empty… Continue Reading “A Smile is a Transient Thing…”
Haiku Practice
Realising sleep can’t Be replaced by happiness; Broken body heal. Half moon balanced in Equinox sky (black cotton) Flips; my heart the same.
Before the Gates
One is a source of distraction The other is a source of inspiration One wishes to see me grounded The other wonders how far I could fly Let me stand upon your shoulders Let me reach into the sky Then you can climb on… Continue Reading “Before the Gates”
Modern Triads
Fatigue wears like an old belt strap Still I can Still I am Still I want Cramp in back every single lap Still I try Still I push Still I pant Eyelids droop as the drug takes hold Still I write Still I think… Continue Reading “Modern Triads”
Practicing Haiku
Devil on shoulder Drugs angel, manic demon Unbalanced, now fall… Angel was sleeping Unconscious conscience failed the Moon’s bright handled child.
Mabh Savage 