Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: writing
Curry Night
Stepping back into my kitchen Which smells of Fenugreek Curry leaf Happiness A potato heavy Vegan affair That does surprisingly little To soak up Two shots of whiskey And a glass of homemade Cherry wine. Step out again, Wobble around the house Check for… Continue Reading “Curry Night”
Intermittent Cloud, Some Showers
I need to take inspiration From the one year old She is a joy storm Crashing delight Like waves against My sinking ship Lightning smiles Hurricane howling laughter My stress My tears My depression Feel worthless In the sight Of her happiness I want… Continue Reading “Intermittent Cloud, Some Showers”
Being a Full Time Writer
Means… Still being up at this time Veering from research topics as diverse as best restaurants in Richmond, VA to the way the full moon affects the sex drive Wine, lots of wine (not compulsory- well, it is for me.) Lists that go on… Continue Reading “Being a Full Time Writer”
The World Creaks
The world creaks I stand on my step Suddenly unsteady As if I felt The planet Tilt Wind teases Rain taunts Something is growing Beneath The earth warms The sky cries And the world Creaks
Pigeons
The pigeons sat on me The day I took the train. I’d seen the old man A local, perhaps Or a tourist, but such a lack of Surprise At his avian invaders He stood beneath the sighing sycamore While feathered rats Stood politely on… Continue Reading “Pigeons”
Back to School
I’ve spent the summer holidays in a bit of a daze. We had an amazing honeymoon in Rhodes, and, quite frankly, didn’t really want to come back. The sting of returning to a seemingly increasingly miserable country was somewhat assuaged by getting to spend… Continue Reading “Back to School”
Friday Feeling
Things that made me happy this week so far (my attempt at telling depression to bugger right off). CHaOS science day at Oakwell Hall. Lots of experiments for the kids to try out. Baby ran amok across the grounds and we saw newts, rats,… Continue Reading “Friday Feeling”
The Rain Roars
The rain roars down A lions last attempt To eviscerate The zebra of sun From the jungle of cracks In the pavement A whip crack of water Slashing holes In lawns, borders Ants dive for cover In the jungle of cracks In the pavement… Continue Reading “The Rain Roars”
You Can.
Self doubt can be a crippling thing and believe me when I say I understand that not everything is achievable, whether that’s due to energy levels, mental health, or other obstacles. But don’t ever let anyone tell you what your story has to be.… Continue Reading “You Can.”
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