WHILE YOU WERE DREAMING

    And as you dove through distant dreams just beside me, you left to my centre, I woke to the night sky splitting above me, the stars were burning, bleeding through the darkness as the heavens opened, their gates no longer golden as the rooks took flight, soaring into my fright here in this […]

Read More…

IMPRESSIONS

Gentle breath All as yet an impression Morning yawns with uncertainty Thoughts flicker on skin Hairs rise to signal the day My body stirs to the stillness Feathers flap Cracks are caught in the concrete Roads are not the only route All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Read More…

BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 9, NAPOWRIMO

  I am not comfortable when placed on pillars  of wonderment, positioned by people  who cannot see how far it is for me  to fall. Birds are born  to be a favourite of flight whereas I am just  bound to the fall; featherless and frail. All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly

Read More…

COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 4; CHAPEAU!

  Hats hang on hooks, headless hats, harbouring hope to be held on high like fine feathers that flit and flutter for the fervour of flattery. Ornate orange unobtrusively oscillates towards an overdue ovation. Chapeau! All Words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Audio version available on Soundcloud:

Read More…

FEATHERS IN FLIGHT

  We are but fickle fellows, like feathers that blow at the beckoning of the breeze and know not where we land. We are the folly of fluttering fancies; a collection of coincidental connections that we cannot create, keep or control. I found you once in a far flung field and fought to find the […]

Read More…