SOLO SAIL, on a ship full of hearts

  When we to time wish, wings do not carry all words so I to promise must desist, faith is fickle feathers on fragile birds. If love to hearts hold then hearts be more than one must for not is love a concrete mould; stilled the river bed whose reeds rot to rust. When we […]

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CAST OFF

– Along the river bed, long running with water already washed through our hands, – long is not the hold we have to harbour, – long running with this water no longer light at its level, no longer smooth along its sands, – along this bend of river I cast into the current, like a […]

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THE RETURN TO THE WATER

  At 20 I was reckless, I waded into waters with careless concern for direction. At 40 I had grown to understand grounding; it was not the water that rushed through me but the bed my body rested on. I stand again over the waters, rushing always onwards, but have found my place in a […]

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SUMMER RAIN

  Left burning in a bed of broken limbs and lies winer was wild but her summer rain settled beneath his skin and sunk with a sting. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Poetry prompt of Summer Rain from @ShapePoetry on Twitter

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LEFT OVERS

Soft skin, like silk, draws hands caress in darkness as we warp and weft our fragile frames in gyrating games, crisscrossing lust with lies and trusting thighs, ties. We are bruised blankets baying on beds of yesterday’s toils; cotton soils and sweaty spoils. Silk, like soft skin, slips from touch too swiftly, too much sewn […]

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ON THE SHEETS

  And you were gone and we, and you and I were off and running in different directions, in search of subsequent distractions and you were gone, the day unfolding and duties reasoning chores into realities far from the comfort of beds where bodies were bare, where tongues touched thighs, trembling, where fingers found flesh, […]

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