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 

CONSTELLATIONS; BEAUTY BURNING

In response to Jane Dougherty Writes Poetry challenge #50: Fifty

For challenge No.50, the big one, the rules are simple: single stanza, five lines, ten syllables in each line and the last word of each line holds the rhyme throughout. The image supplied by Jane is entitled ‘Constellations’. So go check it out and get writing… Jane is waiting, stars are burning…

 

I lay me down neath the constellation
as my soul seeks shade from observation,
this sky full of stars my sweet salvation
though tumbling towards obliteration;
how beauty blazes before cremation.

All words by Damien B. Donnelly