Poetry – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

YOU

I hid your name in between a word, I put this word into a line crammed with so much content where you’d disappear behind the syntax and then, just in case, I tucked this line into a story that unfolded over time into a tale that would tell of a book that someone lost on […]

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CALLING

Boys came calling after school, sometime between six and eight, before the summer- longer days under the swell of frustration. Boys came calling after school, halting homework and hunting, looking to come closer to a truth but I held mine firm, in the door- halfway, me half in, half confused as to what they […]

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WHEN SEARCHING FOR WHO WE WILL BE, AFTERWARDS

What if a rose grew on the far side of the moon, now, after, later? Would we spread out time to explore the space between the bloom and the branch? Nature is a construct, much like the moon- we don’t always consider it when we cut its roots or ignore its connection to the […]

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THE BIRDSONG RECALLS WHAT ONCE HUNG UPON THE HAWTHORN

Last month, in the first breath of this coming season of the sun’s light, you crept in through the stillness of the solitude that the birds had begun to sing of and spread out across the swaying branches as we foraged for distractions beneath. I climbed you, on occasion, to release my feet from […]

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CLASSIFIED UNDER NO NAME

Would I have kept you closer, longer, if you’d been a soft toy that found my empty arms when the nights were endless instead of your characteristically classy chaos the posters never chose to optimize or were we meant to be just chalk running into the deluge of the rainstorm? Should I have been less […]

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KNUCKLE KNOTTED LIBERTY

A navy jumper, twice monthly washed, a blue shirt and striped tie with a red thread. Grey trousers growing tighter though not getting any longer. I was 12 in patient leather shoes with points to piece the playground’s pricks, all sweaty under pit and after-school spit and fearless, only, in the face of other […]

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SLOW HUM

Slow hum. Morning beckons- delicate dance of daisies, baby bunny in back garden thinking it’s his whole world, even the breeze is bouncy. Breath better than before. Slow hum of day unfolding, footsteps on sidewalks, sights on slow lanes, softly humming. Even runners head towards hedges now- hedge funds thrown to the ditch- see […]