sabotaged for the case of creativity-
becomes blank canvas
becomes bewitching monster of humour
and not hurt.
This is the crisis
of clearing out,
not shelving all that will come to know stale,
but for shedding.
Sheds are no longer for the simplicity of storage
but the new distributers
This is no hoax,
no harm, no hostage
but a painting of honour, perhaps
for all that’s been felled-
for all that we’ve cut down
and for all the rest-
that’s been taken from us
in these days
where we’ve slipped from being held
to a slim holding of hope,
to painting bare bark in the back garden
in order to smile.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
4 thoughts on “FINDING THE RIGHT COLOUR TO PAINT HOPE”
It complements the sky. (K)
Well that was of course what I was going for 🤭
It’s the least you can do after savaging the shrubbery.
But see how the shrubbery cradles the nest-box.
I know- I really needed to play it back! 🤭