Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: writing
A Simple Stone
Clutching a pebble Colourless and drab Until water hits And it springs to life A rainbow across Its pitted surface Laughing at our Ridiculous misconception. Tiny keeper of our history So old and so ignored A tale in every crack Every mark and scuff… Continue Reading “A Simple Stone”
Tiny Light
Tired in the morning Yawning from the night Muscles cramped with fever Strung out from the fight Leaving bedroom empty Step into the sun Clothes, toothpaste and water Down steps; one by one Little smile is all it takes To get me out my… Continue Reading “Tiny Light”
Hawk and the Half Moon
Sharp wings tug at frigid air Thermals crippled By Cailleach’s touch. Though sky is her hue Delightful deep blue, Her breath makes the bird Struggle for height Strive for flight. He circles, frustrated, Almost black against The colourful morning. He scars the misty white… Continue Reading “Hawk and the Half Moon”
Sponge
Brain like a sponge. Soaking information up. Absorbing everything. But a sponge is…leaky. Drippy. Is information trickling slowly from my ears? And on a night, when fatigued, my head feels squishy and nauseatingly malleable; is that a symptom of having a brain like a… Continue Reading “Sponge”
Escape
“Hey Stan. I’m here to take charge of my new ward. Can you sort me out?” I pass the befuddled surveillance engineer my papers and he checks them cursorily and shakes his head. “Rather you than me! Can’t deny it seems a good idea… Continue Reading “Escape”
Take your time
There is no limit On the love I can give On the help I can send On the words I can say. My heart may wane But like the dark moon It is always there Beating its energy For those that need it. So… Continue Reading “Take your time”
Bearing music
“I thought you may appreciate some music. I know you get MTV, but its a touch limited.” He’s standing on his head in the centre of the white room, black hair splayed out in stark contrast to the floor and his own pale skin.… Continue Reading “Bearing music”
Holding Pattern
Still point, holding pattern At a crossroads of the heart Junction of the soul Where twin lights shine Forward and back In equal measure Equal; key term here. The key that turns The lock that grinds then gives Under pressure Of will, skill… Continue Reading “Holding Pattern”
I Fucking Love Science. Gender Not Important.
I’m baffled by the reaction to realisation that Elise Andrew, founder of I Fucking Love Science, is a woman. I’m sorry, don’t all you people pertain to worship at the altar of science? And as such, shouldn’t you be beyond such petty concerns such… Continue Reading “I Fucking Love Science. Gender Not Important.”
Fire
Autumn is crisp and ever changing Winter is brittle and eternal Autumn is gold; fire incarnate Winter is silver; ice and diamonds. Autumn is laughter, runs through the woods. Winter is joyous; hats, scarves and hoods. Autumn is gathering close, being thankful. Winter is… Continue Reading “Fire”
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