STILL A SWAY TO THE FINAL ANCHOR

  Sea claims what man can no longer cradle but time’s tales can be freed from nasty nets when the wreck is beyond want, when the cable has been cut and we come to the call of the current. Rough becomes rust becomes wrecked becomes ruin, might becomes memory. Day is done but night unfolds […]

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BOOKENDS; ALL THE WATER CARRIES OFF WITH IT

  There will always be a part of me standing by the water’s edge, watching how much of us got washed away and wondering how much more sunk so deep below the surface that it is now a captive more to your careful concrete than that ever coldly cutting current.     All words and […]

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BACK TO THE BANKS OF THE GRAND

  Water catches light Like I once reached out To catch a wave Along this same stretch of water, This same cosy current of canal That has slowed, now, Like my footsteps, Like my stokes; Coming back on the bend, Finding favour In the freshness Of all that was once familiar, Letting go of the […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 4; LITHE LIGHT

  The clouds quieted the stars above as I, on bended knee, bowed to the river and into its flow, in the growing light, let my hand slip beneath its movements, under its motions and waited to watch as its sway of waters waltzed over, moved through and flowed onwards, while never stopping, never straining, […]

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THE RETURN

— Breezes are back in bloom and I am caught by the curl of the curtain as it catches in the courant d’air now coming in with questions for all that has slipped into a sleepy silence. — All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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TO SLIP BENEATH REFLECTION

  Drawn to the river where the sunlight bends to bleed as the hush on the water finds a hold among the reeds.to  Caught by the current as if to slip from this climate, as if we could lose what we’ve learnt, as if all noise could fall to silent. To wade into the water,  […]

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TIME ON THE TIDES, PART 10; CREEPING ON THE CURRENT

  Seep, seep, slowly shifting, sea skirts shore, holy water washing in, anointing, bless us, blessed, in warm and wanted waves that widen as we watch, as we welcome, unaware of being too welcome. Seep, sweep, seduce the shore into submissive before you break the kiss off and beat the beach with your creep, creep, […]

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TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 6; CURRENT

We stood in arms, two boys at play as the sea swept the shore below, as the wind wound its way around us, trying to cut through us as a bird battled above for the right to go left though the current had other thoughts, saw other connections in this flight of feathers fighting the […]

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