Blue sky growing old,
sun sets into dusty pinks-
a hark for tomorrow
for today cannot be harboured any longer.
In this slow field
surrounded still by stilled life,
still the trees grow,
even daisies have returned after the mower’s menace
Single crow comes
to gather seeds
from once shadowed sections
of the garden I have only now revealed to the light.
Evening’s air is kissed
with today’s stagnation
but the sea is sweeping the shore
at the far end of the near lane where that dog barks next to buttery bush
that cannot concede its connection to the coconut.
And there, on the rock
once integral to the land,
I picture a mermaid, sitting,
combing the tide through her auburn hair in the hope that the current
can wash away the chaos
still carrying on
beneath the dusty pinks
of this ageing sky.
All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly