fruit – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY, RECALLING KOREA

SOUTH KOREA, 2019… All photographs by Damien B Donnelly

AGEING FRUIT IN THE HOT SUN

Beat and blow and bare away, let not blood rip beauty black. We watch, we want. “I want hot peaches, honey,” you said. “No music for me, no sun” All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly This is a repost as I am busy baking birthday cakes for myself and co workers

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.29, NAPOWRIMO

I have parts of me twisted like rotten roots in drying soil and parts of me supple as feverish fruit, thirsty for attention. I am both crumbling skin trying to flee this figure and sides so smooth that they offer little hold. I have broken borders to be free and built boundaries to hide […]

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AGEING FRUIT IN THE HOT SUN

And so my first try at online Magnetic Poetry, at first glance I thought “Well, this is fun,” but I was wrong. A challenge of limitations. Beat and blow and bare away, let not blood rip beauty black We watch, we want, “I want hot peaches, honey,” you said “No music for […]

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FESTERING FRUIT

Berries blacken in the bowl, their scent no longer salivating summer’s sweet seductions, winter withers in the distance, while fervent flies are fluttering, wings flapping to the rotting arousal of carnality lost to natures once fair bloom. Tastes are truly to the barer born. Bitter berries are black in the bowl, their flesh no […]