GOING EAST

  I have crossed oceans without feeling the weight washed beneath their waves… I have cut through clouds without knowing the worries they whisper to the stars… I have flown from darkening dreams towards tomorrow’s daylight and yet the light is already fading on front of me before my past has even slept before my […]

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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 […]

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IF ONLY

  We are land birds, bound birds, we have made homes in twisted trees growing hallow, growing hard. We are land birds, ground birds, we have been deluded by illusions growing careless, growing cold. We are land birds, drowned birds, in a dying desert growing doubtful, going dry. If only we had been sea birds, […]

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A WHITE WING RISING

   A starlit day, on a distant shore, as if summer had sent it swarming like a snowflake; silken wings to summon the sunset, a white moth to raise a sweet soul departing. And there, as a star was added, the bright moon was kissed in berry blush as the sun settled beneath the lake […]

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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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RED INK

  I love and lose in circles, scratching at skin tipped in ink, trying to find the truth beneath the colours I’ve let others colour in, hiding the paler flesh I held from view, we always need to hold on to something. I am not comfortable over quiet dinners; too much stilled air coursing through […]

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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

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