Mabh Savage's Blog: A Celtic Witch, page 25

The Moon

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A card is pulled

A sphere

Leaning to the side

Of mercy.

Our animal self

Howls at it

Barks at it

Gnashes shark teeth

But we can’t control

The master of tides

We fear the path

Between the two towers

Yet walk it we must

Step by step

Gasp by sigh

Kind and just

Smiling

Into the unknown.

Jam

Sticky, clicky poppy lid

Snaps open; nasal bliss

Ensues; a sugary mid

Morning madness

Red, glistening, pips

Upon my shoulder

Captain of the preserves

Conserve my energy

For this conserve

A jewel upon my knife

Then spread on wheat

Burnt, golden, sweet

Jam makes a happy life!

Secret of a Daffodil

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I place my ear gently to the golden trumpet

What secrets do you hold?

I heard you whispering

Just as you called to Persephone

Am I distracted by your beauty

Waiting for Hades to snatch me away

Or am I the kidnapper

Of my own destiny?

Narcissus whispers sweetly

‘Don’t be so hard on yourself’

And bobs his yellow head

In the soft, spring breeze.

The Mist

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Swirling shroud

A watery veil

Like tired eyes;

A crazed wail

Cracks through the cloud

Of foggy fear

The eyes alive

As shapes appear

Looming, lunging

Awkwardly

Towards a shuddering

Effigy

Of something that used

To be alive

Now lost in the mist

Struggling to survive

Tear off the shroud

Sunlight fries

The frazzling fog

The watery lies

Wail no more

A calm descends

Mist dissipates;

The shuddering ends.

Comes with a Warning

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Wash dark feelings separately

Press the red button

Max head room uncertain

Unauthorised access forbidden

Stand clear of the line

If you can see

Where it is.

Eyes Closed

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Black

Velvet

Streamed with red

Tiny light

Gone.

The Call

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White treasure, petals bright

Fall from high to small

Hands and fingers, softly lands

Adoration; springtime’s call.

Blossom

Waves of pleasure

Olfactory lust

Nasal pollination

Vernal must

Musky, heady

Trance inducing

Moving, ready,

Rain drops sluicing

Founts of heaven

Sensation heavy

Petrichor bomb

Blossom so heady

The smell of spring

The scented air

The cherry, apple

Plum and pear

Hawthorn coming

Spikes and white

Jasmine joins

The throng at night

Honeysuckle

In the wings

Food for bees

Nectar for kings

My treasure, jewels

My court of fools

We lay entranced

And drool.

Someone’s Narcissistic Best Friend

I

Am

A cut

Above

All other

Gemstones

All other

Jewels

Bow

To

I

Fangirling

Without thought

I tug on

Black pants

Red socks

Black border

“Toxic!”

On the side

Tight jeans

Black boots

Red motif

Comedy T

Line my eyes

Laughing

In the glass

At my red black

Jean clad ass

There could be

Such a thing

As reading

Too much Deadpool.