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NaPoWriMo Day 26: Bee

Oh to be a bee

Buzzing happily

Fat and fluffy

(I’ve got that covered)

Getting shit done

Sweetness in every job

Nectar, pollen, honey

Head in the flowers

Resting in the sun

Flying in a physics-defying manner

Goddess-kept and loved

A busy, buzzy, bee

Harbinger of summer

I nod my head to thee.

NaPoWriMo Day 25: Lyta

Never in a million years

Did I think I’d be meditating

With Lyta Alexander

Babylon 5 held and holds my heart

Now dear Pat invites us to join her

For meditation

Fighting fear and dragons

(And procrastination and bad habits

But that’s maybe just me)

Meditation doesn’t come easy

To this frazzled neurology

But she sits outside

No silence

Breathing suggestions – not rules

I zone out harder

Than I’ve done since I slept

Maybe she is in my head

Dear Lyta

Strong and fierce

A dragon in her own right

Thank you for bringing her to me

And me to your unexpected guidance.

Inspired by this.

NaPoWriMo Day 24: Angels

Angel in my heart

Messenger

Winged and covered in eyes

A wheel

A chariot

A burning fire

Fear not

Be not afraid

I mean

Have you seen yourself.

NaPoWriMo Day 23: Travel Research

Planning to travel

I love it

Discovering places

Google searches

TripAdvisor sifting

Laughing at ridiculous reviews

“Too sandy”

“Too foreign”

You know the type

Snuffing candles

Complaining about the dark

But beyond this

The photos and awe

Of folks who really dove into

Trips away

Inspires me like nothing else

Caves, volcanoes, forests

Rocky shorelines

Cactus gardens

Palm trees, pine trees, prickly pears

I soak it all up

Ready to be there

Ready to arrive

I’d bypass the sweaty stress of airports and walk

If it were possible

Walk and play and pay my way

Across Europe

Singing for my supper

And a glimpse of something new

NaPoWriMo Day 22: Robin

Image shows a Robin on a spiky branch of bramble. Free WordPress Image.

The robin comes every day now

Brown and red

Earth and fire

Creature of air

Sitting serenely on the wicker pot

Hopping from fence to tree

Looking through the window

Head cocked in curiosity

I think we all mimic

Without realising

3 humans standing

Rapt

Motionless

With heads to one side

While the robin assesses us

Calm

Confident

Free

And nabs the rice crispies

I threw out this morning.

NaPoWriMo Day 21: Don’t be a part of the problem; be the entire problem

Note: This is entirely UPG, I don’t claim to carry messages from deities or other beings!

While in the hot tub

Loki says, “In the chaos

be the calm (or cause).”

NaPoWriMo Day 20: A Living Wage

Sometimes work is

Just a joy

A total contrast

To the day before

There’s people I just love

On my team

And I really am

So lucky

Let me craft the foundation

For my family life

Yet serve a wider community

With words and so much more

I write personally and professionally

Paid for each

Just in very, very different ways.

NaPoWriMo Day 19: Rag Pile

I didn’t want to go straight back to work

After the holiday

So many memories

Still waiting to be processed

After a long day

We sleep

Our brains do

Their filing cabinet thing

What’s working memory

What’s long term

Well

Not mine, not so much

But somethings going on in there

Where’s the weekly version

Where’s the love version

The long break after a week of absorbing

New treasures

Ants and shells and fog

I still need to soak it up

Work it out

Touch every moment

Like gossamer, silk, canvas

All those different textures

Ready to be rubbed across my cheek

Loved

Remembered

I didn’t want to go straight back to work

I want to steep in it

Fall into the rag pile of my

Memories

Make a nest

Rest.

NaPoWriMo Day 18: Fog

Fog framed journey home

Why does it look like walls

Cutting us off

From the moor

From the night

From the sight

Of coming home

Maybe we should be grateful

Maybe not.

NaPoWriMo Day 17: Bravery

Image shows a black and white butterfly clinging to the leg of some cream shorts that I’m wearing. Image copyright Mabh Savage 2023.

We went to the butterfly park

I loved it, immediately entranced

With Buddhist iconography

“Don’t step on the butterflies,”

The receptionist said

With a totally straight face.

I know you don’t like flying things

But you came anyway

And it was too much

You had to leave

For fear of causing harm

So I went on with the other two

We saw silk parents

Atlas moths

Monarchs, the only monarchs I’m in awe of

A drying butterfly, just hatched

Flew from its case and

Clung to my leg

Rapt, I stayed

For another 20 minutes

Until it finally gave a single decisive flap

And joined its pals

In the tropical sweat-hot canopy.

You looked askance at me

You didn’t want to leave

You wanted it to be okay.

I grumbled half-heartedly

About the entrance fee

But I didn’t really give a shit about that

I just wanted you to buy me a beer.

I said it then

Looking in your eyes

I hope you heard:

We’re all brave in different ways

I will deal with butterflies

And spiders and cockroaches and

All the things that

Spike your fright and flight

You save me

Every day in a hundred different ways

We’re all brave in different ways.