I climb clouds

between the night’s blanketed sleep,

a billowing blossom of smoke that never chokes the mountain moon,

where the world is a warm walk

through a blue breeze

and the only plight

is to find your path

within a forest of daffodils

on a prairie of peace.

On a prairie of peace

within a forest of daffodils,

beyond the billowing blossom of smoke that never chokes the mountain moon,

I climb clouds

as a blue breeze uncloaks

the confusion of consciousness

and the sky glistens

with a golden glimpse of tomorrow

tipped in a topaz tempered truth.

I climb clouds

to sleep in a dream of daffodils.

All words and photographs by Damien B, Donnelly

Photograph taken in Holland Park, London, in an earlier lifetime


  1. exploringcolour

    My mind has raced on… I have a challenge for you if you’re up for it (just delete this msg if you want though!). Sometimes I receive amazed comments from n.hemisphere folks about how totally opposite the seasons are to what I’m getting Down Under. There’s the debate about whether water runs down the plug-hole differently in n/s hemispheres! 😉 My challenge to you is to tackle the n/s differences (not necessarily my examples), real or imagined, maybe tongue-in-cheek or comical or fantasy, in a poem in your Journeys series. Definitely thinking light-hearted vein here – do you know the Down Under song from the 1980s by Men At Work (Australia)? It wasn’t only popular down here but also in Europe. Video at and commentary at that gets across the different vibe down here (which you’d be aware of no doubt, from having had kiwi flatmates!!! Tempted?

    1. deuxiemepeau

      Okay this is one that needs further thinking, much further thinking… 🤔🤔 I will be back Liz!!! Can never pass up one of your Challenges 🤗🤗

      1. exploringcolour

        You’re SO nice to consider them Dami! The time thing is interesting, your night being my day! And here’s a quote from Alice In Wonderland that I posted yonks ago: “I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny it’ll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downwards! The antipathies I think… but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please Ma’am, is this New Zealand?” – haha – what a journey! I love this!!! 🙂 🙂

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