We stopped the telly and the tea to watch the thunder
on Thursday; 1-100, 2-100, 3-100 we counted
in between the light growing dimmer and that storm,
coming closer.

We watched from distant windows, catching breaths
in between fears of catching colds while next-door
neighbours pulled curtains over concerns, here,
in a country where we thank the drivers of busses,
a country now the bearers of the cleanest of bottoms
whose aisles run empty
while out in the fields I see nothing but bounty.

I wish I had a river I could skate away on- I hear
the song but we can’t all slip upstream like the salmon,
these are not the days of the dance
and knowledge, until captured, is not a cure.

We packed up Patrick and his party with handshakes
and other saints for other seasons,
swapped the shamrock for a dozen hand sanitisers
and will drown out all fear in Dettol this year.

We stopped the telly and the tea last Thursday
to take stock of the storm, trying to capture
in the sky all we couldn’t see with our eye,
and all I saw was an eagle;
sitting shameless with a bowl of shamrocks
by an orange coloured man in a white house,
a far cry from the panic raining over my house.

We stopped the tea on Thursday to watch the thunder.


All Words and Watercolours by Damien B Donnelly.


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Published by deuxiemepeau

Published poet, writer, baker and former fashion maker, with footprints in Paris, London and Amsterdam but currently back home in Dublin with sights aimed at leaving a mark on the West coast one clear fine day...


    1. They are two of them- our prime minister went over to America for the pre saint Patrick’s day celebrations while celebrations in Ireland were cancelled. Politics indeed!

  1. Beautifully written, Damien. I think many wish we had a river to skate away on. Sigh.
    But just keep writing your beautiful lines.
    (And yes, he is shameless. How can a narcissist feel shame–or guilt?)

    1. Thank you Merril. Well, they both are I guess, but I was taking about our Prime Minister who went off to Washington for pre saint Patrick’s day celebrations after announcing that celebrations in Ireland would be cancelled. When he announced to Ireland that we would have to take strict actions and close schools he announced this from America and not here in our own country and then sat next to Trump with the shamrock. Interesting days indeed. Guilt indeed although he is now back and being more attentive to Ireland than political ties across the water

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