—
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
Curtain
COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 6; CAUGHT ON CANVAS
Connie
was caught
by colour in the corner
of the castle where curtains
collected carnations,
Connie
was captured
courting curious
on the canvas of a castle
in a kingdom condemned,
Connie
was caught
by the kiss of a courter
in the courtyard where calla lilies
were cut,
Connie
missed the caution
in the cut of the calla
while her courter crept away
with her coin,
Connie’s
forever captive
on that canvas in colour
in that corner too curt
with the kiss of that courter
now a cancer
on her complexion
that no carnation covered
curtain could ever conceal.
All words and photograph by Damien B. Donnelly
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