TWO NORTHERN MAGNETS

  We scold, even at frightening distances, you burn, there, at the centre of the sun and I roar back across the stars at you, from this comet that cannot commit, at how you could run so cold. Our landings were nothing less than lumpy- you wanted to shine so I caught you that sun […]

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BRIGHT LIGHTS IN GARDEN PONDS

  Stars dance at the bottom of the back garden where the rain waits in shallow ponds for the earth to lick it dry. Reflections are dependent on position- you cannot catch the moon lying on the ground from the front window where the sun lingered a little longer today than the tear stained back […]

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STARDUST

  Stardust… the fallout from the flames, a nebulous of what was once known by names, now falling, through time and space, trailing dust, a trail of gentle dust in place of touch, in lieu of place, in lieu of hold and how we hold; tighter and stronger, longer, after, trying to hold a star, […]

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BURNING BEAUTY

  I lay me down neath the constellation as soul seeks shade from observation, this sky full of stars my sweet salvation though tumbling towards obliteration; how beauty blazes before cremation.   All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly This is a repost. Photograph is Chagall ceiling at Opera Garnier, Paris 

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IN FLIGHT

Movement matters mainly amid the currents of air I caress in flight in dreaming at night I fall freely on the breeze I am taken, turned, tuned I am limitless know no boundaries I flit and flutter at my own folly forward falling, I am light blazing a burning star burnt out,  barely visible hardly […]

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