Act 1: Dance into Night

I will call you
like a lullaby
at the end of the day
when the world has hushed
and I will lay you down
into this realm unreal
as the light falls
to the night

Act 2: Movement in Flight

I will kiss you
like morning dew
as the day beckons
and the shadows have settled
and you can fly from this embrace
while its touch still presses
like our lip’s print
upon our skins

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

A SHORT MOVEMENT IN TWO ACTS

08/04/201616/08/2021 / deuxiemepeau / 18 Comments

18 thoughts on “A SHORT MOVEMENT IN TWO ACTS”

mukul chand

08/04/2016 at 19:53

great poetry

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- deuxiemepeau
  
  08/04/2016 at 20:50
  
  Thank you so much for your kind comment. Glad you dropped by to have a read- enjoy your weekend
  
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  - mukul chand
    
    08/04/2016 at 21:06
    
    welcome.
pixieannie

08/04/2016 at 21:10

Those first few lines…and I swooned.

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- deuxiemepeau
  
  08/04/2016 at 21:11
  
  I do like it when people swoon
  
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  - pixieannie
    
    08/04/2016 at 21:13
    
    Fortunately, I was already fatigued from running and quite near to the sofa. A soft landing. Such a sweet and delicate piece.
  - deuxiemepeau
    
    08/04/2016 at 22:03
    
    Glad the sofa softened your landing!! Greetings from a weekend at home in Ireland
  - pixieannie
    
    08/04/2016 at 22:15
    
    Wonderful. Where is home?
  - deuxiemepeau
    
    08/04/2016 at 22:22
    
    A little village called Lusk in North County Dublin- surrounded by fields of the green green grass and a historic round tower while waiting for my big sister to arrive any minute to fit her wedding dress on. I’m making it at home in Paris so am here this weekend for the final fitting- fingers crossed!!! It’s almost finished- just a few thousands beads left to sew on by hand, one by one! Oh la la (as the French really don’t say!)
  - pixieannie
    
    08/04/2016 at 22:38
    
    This is fantastic. You’re making your sister’s dress…now that is love. You are an angel. I once made a spider man outfit for my youngest son. The entire web was made from thousand of little black beads, so therapeutic.
    
    It’s years since I was in Dublin…a fantastic place.
10000hoursleft

09/04/2016 at 13:51

Beautiful poem. I also loved reading the exchange between you and pixieannie. You make amazing cakes, wedding dresses and poetry? what a renaissance man! Hope we get to see a pic of the wedding dress 🙂

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- deuxiemepeau
  
  09/04/2016 at 22:44
  
  I guess I’m a bit of a man out of time! Pics will appear after the wedding at the end of August- the dress is a well kept secret for everyone except myself, my sister, mum and my nieces. Best wishes from Ireland
  
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  - 10000hoursleft
    
    10/04/2016 at 00:24
    
    Yes of course- wouldn’t want to spoil the reveal on the big day. Enjoy your time back home!
Jane Dougherty

09/04/2016 at 14:18

Really lovely poem, Damien 🙂

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- deuxiemepeau
  
  09/04/2016 at 22:42
  
  Thank you Jane, greetings from the Irish countryside graced with sunshine
  
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  - Jane Dougherty
    
    09/04/2016 at 22:47
    
    I hope you take a few pics to prove that last part 🙂 Hope the fitting goes okay.
  - deuxiemepeau
    
    09/04/2016 at 22:50
    
    Fitting went like a dream, had to battle with my sister to take the dress of- a good complaint!!!
  - Jane Dougherty
    
    10/04/2016 at 09:28
    
    I hope she’ll be able to wear it after the wedding too.