Christmas – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

SNOW WHITE

I saw you, one morning, blanketed in white, a speckled canvas of virgin purity, all colour lost out to a simpler shade of simplicity. No more that magnificent mass of contrast and contradiction, just quiet and gentle unencumbered distinction. Distant laughter carried on a breeze swirling round trees caught motionless in time, branches bare […]

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WHEN WHITE FALLS BLUE

Snow falls and the darkness drowns in silence, a hush from the heavens falling, so slowly, even crystals cry. Are these the tears of angels weeping who’ve watched us, falling, like this slow snow, like their tears, trembling? Snow falls and there’s a stillness and still all this silence between us. Bruises covered in […]

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EARLY AUTUMN

The sky is burning, the last light eclipsed by the night and we stop and stare like fools at its blaze, not seeing within this gaze possibility falling though our hands like snowflakes in a season that has kept captive the summer. The sky is burning while we travel in taxis, all of us […]

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ATTENTION

I glisten to distract, like a snowflake; the sparkle before the melt. Particles of fleeting perfection floating through the hands of time, falling through all these imperfections. If only my clutch were tighter, truer, if only I knew more of my own truth, too many skins already slipped through, too much prediction put on […]

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THE SWEPT AND THE SWEEPERS

Fragility falling through fine flecks of fair filigree, perfect patterns of individuality speckled on imperfect individuals. Snowflakes melt on steaming skin thin on time, too thick to break through, you cannot always sink below the surface of an iceberg, we cannot break through all that lays beneath, all the lies below the surface, it […]

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BOOKENDS, SEASONAL STREET SCENES ON A SATURDAY IN PARIS

All photographs by Damien B Donnelly The final photograph is me, today, back at Alesia, the 14th arrondissement of Paris where I first lived over 4 years ago when I came back to live in Paris for the second time. Today I was back here for lunch today with Mary, my dear Irish friend, who […]

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BOOKENDS; KISSED BY SOMEONE ELSE’S KING AT CHRISTMAS

Lights danced on shivering trees dressed in a blanket of snow while a tale was told of a boy, born to be king, to never know choice. I kissed Christmas in someone else’s shadow and we whispered in the absence of his voice. I dreamt of a crib where a kid had kept faith […]