JOURNEYS, PART 14, THE RUSTLING

  Rustle rocks, the night has murmured to the soul; Peace cannot rest in the shade for long, it seeks but a sanctuary for a season, Eden could not flower forever, there were other fields waiting to be found as fertile, other apples begging to be tasted, other counties where curiosity wasn’t a closure to […]

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TURNING CARDS

  In tarot I turned over cards like time turns darker days into enlightening nights, fortune found me first in the Fool’s hold; a kiss of ignorance upon freedom’s feet, a deep dive into depths I processed no questions for. In the World I saw the circle close in to caress, a formation of balance […]

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CAST OFF

– Along the river bed, long running with water already washed through our hands, – long is not the hold we have to harbour, – long running with this water no longer light at its level, no longer smooth along its sands, – along this bend of river I cast into the current, like a […]

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WHITE NIGHT, day 4 of A Month with Yeats

  Day 4 of Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats Challenge and in a day behind but onwards we roll. The quote comes from To some I have talked with by the Fire “…till the morning break and the white hush end all but the loud beat of their long wings, the flash of their […]

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BEING BETTER 

  Beat down, beat deep below the root, there is work to be done, there is dirt to be drawn from this soil, this stench, this space made for more than just a trench. Beat down, beat deep under skin grown pale, grown greedy under ale, there is movement still to be made, meaning to […]

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TO LINGER LONGER, MAYBE…

  Like a whisper tissue is painted with purpose, silk spun from crisp cuts, white scented with sapphire parading into Prussian (fragile of frame and filigree), like a thought an image opens, a petal unfolding, shades seep into substance as the edges fade (how quickly we fall to forgetful) light, liquid, linger, a little longer. […]

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CAST ALONG

  Lost in a current capricious, a cast of confusion, but the river remembers its route. The water wades into the ocean & the drifting ends. All words and photograph by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired by a Twitter prompt from #WrittenRiver

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A KISS BEFORE THE FALL

  I stood on plains, broad & boisterous, as our ancestors whispered the wisdom fickle fellows have since forgotten and on my cheek, as if the final fall of grace from greed, the kiss of zephyr washed it’s hand of what’s to come. Allowed and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly  Inspired by a Twitter poetry prompt […]

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SOOTHING SOULS

  Mass has passed and dolled up dames roam the rues with coiffed up curls and cardi’s over shoulders in summer as Scholl’s sooth souls soles, widows window shopping for treats to tickle time that has left them behind. All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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FIELDS OF HINDSIGHT

  There are fields beyond the trees, fertile fields never turned or sewn, ploughed or pillaged, lands his course never crossed. If he had hindsight would he still till the same lands, plant the same roots, seek substance in the same sunlight, find a farmer’s favour with the familiar falling rain? If he had hindsight […]

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