Mabh Savage's Blog: A Celtic Witch, page 26

Take me to the Ocean

Waiting by the ocean

Waiting by the shore

Clouds are hanging, cloaking

Sunlight, grey and raw.

Beach lies glinting wetly

Tide breaks like a sigh

Pebbles crackling, crunching

‘Neath the slate tile sky

Winkles, whelks and starfish

Rays and sprays and gulls

Bladderwrack and mermaids purse

Crannies, nooks and pools.

Take me to the ocean

Take me to the shore

Where earth meets sea meets sky

I couldn’t ask for more.

Soteira: The Song

A while ago I wrote a poem as part of a devotional month of work undertaken by many devotees of Hekate. Titled Soteira, I always intended to turn it into a song, however the poetic structure didn’t quite fit with the music that came to me, so it’s had a bit of a rewrite. Musical version to follow shortly!

Mirror to my soul

Your twin lights guide me

When I can’t decide

Which path is right

Guardian of my goals

Each step excites me

Leaping in the dark

The joy of night

Cosmic world soul

Heart of the universe…

The thought and the word

The void and the atom

The step and the leap

The tears and the joy.

The spark of the seeker inside my soul;

The spark of the seeker inside.

Listening to your voice

Each time it teaches

Stretching from the stars

To touch my mind

Grasping for hand

My spirit reaches

Heart is in my mouth

Each time I find

Voice of heaven

Earth, sea and sky…

The thought and the word

The void and the atom

The step and the leap

The tears and the joy.

The spark of the seeker inside my soul;

The spark of the seeker inside.

Wound in the web

Tiny lights in the dark

Compassion and kindness

We make our mark

Give me the courage

Oh give me the strength

To rise and strike a spark

Cosmic world soul

Heart of the universe…

The thought and the word

The void and the atom

The step and the leap

The tears and the joy.

The spark of the seeker inside my soul;

The spark of the seeker inside.

Mind heart and mouth

And tears on my brow

You’re pulling me onwards

You’re giving me hope

The spark of the seeker inside my soul;

The spark of the seeker inside.

Not in Bed

I should have put

Her back in cot

I should have shut

My eyes

I should have laid

In covers hot

Instead I stayed

And smiled

Into tiny sleeping face

Into heart, toughness and grace

Thinking, ‘This is your place’

My arms, hardly the comfiest bed

Yet you are peaceful

As I bow my happy head.

Who’d be a writer?

Put this pen to paper

Take it back

Make it crack

Spill the ink

Like blood

Sign my life away

Sign my soul

To the devil

In the details.

Bat

Flappy, happy scrap of night

Black against blue

Joyous in flight

Like me you love

The warm twilight.

Better

Lit so blue

A hue

Of happiness

No less

No stress

There’s mess

But we don’t care

Grab hair

Share the

Ouches

Slouches on a

Sunday

Me and baby

Out in the sun

Two that were one

Better this way.

Spring Storm

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Picture was taken in the middle of the night, the light is from lightning alone.

Heat and light and fight!

Spars strike at stars

Scars cut the sky

As lightning flies

And cuts and fries

The crowding clouds

Clamouring for more

Rain beats the drums

Thrums heartbeat hums

Through grass and

Stone and

Soil

Boil the heavens!

Bring sky to earth

A dearth

Of divine wrath

The aftermath

So calm,

So still

We hold our breath

Are we in the eye?

Chemical Wonderful

He says

Chemical Fresh

My eyes widen

What a term

A germ

Of genius

Genuine wonder

At spring’s youth

We blunder

Through each day

Crazy and way

Out of line

But smell that

Chemical wonder

Tear me asunder

With laughter

Tears

And pollen.

The Optimist Haiku

The bottle is full

Of air, of liquid; of dreams;

Possibilities.

The Language of Weather

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I speak in raindrops

Wet and wild

Whipping tears

To join me

But sometimes

Pitter pattering

On tent walls

Soothing

Dream like

Tiny heartbeats.

I wail in wind

Tornado tantrums

Testy twister

Throwing; hurling

Except sometimes

I take a kite

Gently, expertly

Earth

To sky

Hearts rising.

I scream in sunbeams

Scorching deserts

Sandy lands

Desperate; dry

Only sometimes

I dry the wings

Of a dampened

Butterfly

Flap, beat

Chaos reigns again.