And so
another door
finds its hinges turning to a close
(you choose, you enter, you stay, you leave),
tides twist
and then return
as another summer
finds winter whistling on the arms
of outstretched autumn
(rains fall, flowers grow, sun shines, rain returns)
and I wonder
what is left
within the rooms
I’m leaving, in the corners once
caressed and now cast off, and in the veins
that entwine themselves around the body that houses me,
that pulsed through this home
that once held me
and I wonder
what is left
of the summer heat
now burnt onto skin since soothed
by solutions and sweaters and the summer nights
that promised no end but, like life, like this house, like all this
which was once home,
has now been paid for
and packed away
and prepped
for someone else
to put their mark on
while I ponder the patterns
now a part of this person, frequently familiar
and sometimes a stranger, that is me.


All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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  1. That is so close to the mark. I’ll ponder this one over these last few days, and hope there will be a brief lull before we close the door for the last time, to do what you have just done, and wonder at it all.

    • I was thinking about you this weekend while finishing this one and wondering how you were going with it all. Here’s to happy days ahead and more rooms to harvest the holds xx

      • We’re into the final furlough now. What’s left to box up are the things we’re still using, like kitchen equipment, documents, computers and beds. Monday morning is going to be fun. The mairie has decided to dig up the roads and stick traffic bornes in at the end of our little impasse. I think removal men laugh at little obstacles like that. I hope…

      • Oh they have to be used to it! I arrived with a moving van and found my little street completely dug up and a plank covering the hole in the ground to get to my door! France thinks it’s funny too often! Fingers crossed for your final furlough my dear x

      • Thanks Damien. They’ve finished putting in the borne, but thankfully they haven’t left it set up. Goodness knows when they’ll get round to distributing the key to unlock it…

  2. Thank you for this beautiful poem, dear Dami!
    It warms my heart to know that a place that once gave a home to somebody is being honoured with such beautiful thoughts before it is time for this someone to to move on.
    Much Love,

    • Thank you so much. I had good times there but there wasn’t a sadness in moving on, the time had come and the memories will linger. New faces will now carve new lines into the wooden floors and hang other hopes on the walls. I wish them well as I settle and hang up my own happiness here xxx

      • Awesome! That is the best approach to moving. If time would come for me to move at some point, this is exactly what I would like experience. And what beautiful energy to start out with at the new home not only for you but also for the new residents at your former home!

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