Settled in,
window seat,
wet feet flooding past,
fleeting reflections
in the steaming glass,
looking for the light
in this city
now grown grey
like those hairs
to hard to hide
above those lines
the mirrors reveal
below the eyes
grown weary of watching,
how did the road
spread itself out so far,
behind is a distance
too complicated
to comprehend,
too muddled
to measure,
even the mirror,
this glass, this reflection
cannot hold
all that has been lost
from sight.
All has settled in
so deep
it is difficult to see
in the reflection
all we once were
as we make movements
meant to be meaningful,
amid all that has of late
grown grey. Grey is the new
black but we have no time
to mourn,
the track never stops for us,
the herd hobbles
forever onwards,
there is no going back,
no slowing down
regardless of the weight,
we moan like mooing cows
but follow like sleep
ignorant of the slaughterhouse
outside on those wet streets
with those feet flooding past
all those fleeting reflections
falling unnoticed
into this river
of graying blood.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Audio version available on SoundCloud…
Damien B. Donnelly 
This grey weather makes us feel as though we’re standing on the edge of the world. I like your reflections on reflections, grey and damp though they are.
Thanks Jane, it is certainly the time for contemplation and maybe washing the mirrors to see clearer
Or turn the bathroom light out altogether…
Grey dampness is soul-wearying. I like your photo–and there seems to be a bit of sparkle in the grey there.
It is bright and sunny here now, but bitterly cold. We’re supposed to have record lows tonight–below 0 temps!
It can be difficult to see at times but there are moments of a glimmer!
Well make sure the extra blankets are ready to wrap you all in!
I hope your mum is doing better, big hugs
I’m glad there are moments of a glimmer. Thanks so much, Damien!
Thank you for this beautiful poem and photo,dear Dami!
To light a candle and chase some of the grey weariness away, I am sending you hugs and warm wishes for a happy, healthy and bright 2018!
Much Love,
Steffi
Thank you Steffi, I hope your Christmas rest was fulfilling and I wish you a new year full of love and laughter xx
Lovely.
Thank you Cristian
So poignant and pondersome. Is that a word? You got me creating new Words now, Dami, to describe your work. Deeply affecting. Happy New Year Dear Friend! May it be brighter than the last. Cheers! 🎉
I’ll take pondersome!!! Thank you my dear and a Very Happy and Wordy New Year to you 🤗🎉
They greyness does feel heavy at times. But luckily it only takes a little light to make us feel young again. (K)
Here’s to that little light Kerfe 👍
Yes! It’s always there.