SUMMER’S STORM

  Heaven’s howling! Summer forsaken, storms converge, heaven’s howling! We have flittered too long fowling; nature forsaken, gods now purge our wasted ways, our sloth, our splurge, heaven’s howling!     All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly This is a repost.

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DARK LIGHT, PART 1: FAR FROM

  And slow falls the heaven’s breath, drawing on those days of dawns; dewy with that blanket white crispness below the song of the bluebird (do you see; beauty can be blue even when the bird isn’t black) soft thrills trembling through the forest as fine folds of frosty fur find its form in frozen […]

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SPELLING PEACE, day 19 of A Month with Yeats

It’s day 19 of Jane Dougherty’s brilliantly creative and challenging A Month with Yeats poetry challenge and today’s quote is a second one from ‘The Valley of the Black Pig’: ‘We who still labour by the cromlech on the shore, the grey cairn on the hill, when day sinks drowned in dew, being weary of […]

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NO COMPARISON

  And they say that man is master and should marvel at all he can make but there’s no mistaking the meaning of majesty when the seas and heavens shake… All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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NANA’S STOOL

  I imagine you on a stool, not a chair, always a stool, by a window smiling as you watch us from heaven,   I imagine you on a stool, not a chair, with gentle curls in your hair and a cardigan for comfort and a slice of fruit cake, nothing fancy, with some butter […]

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FLYING IN AIR

I am airborne, Life is being lived Beneath me Amid the flickering lights, In the daunting darkness, Like festive fairies twinkling- All myth and mystery, Miles away Amid mountains That look like molehills, Meandering mechanically In moving motors. I am now living In the breath held, Passing through time, Pausing, Passive, Patient, Pondering possibilities, Playing […]

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Attaining the Stars

Parted from the inhuman heights of the heavens, We dwell deep, deep down In what we’ve shaped Into the final spoils Of Planet Earth, Lost amid our own All-consuming desire To rise up and stand out. We are funny creatures Of spiraling arms And spindly legs, Equally drawn and repelled By each other’s tastes and […]

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The War Of the Worlds

How did it feel to hang By nails And wait for a death You were born to endure? Created by The Father As a symbol Of His power To save A crumbling humanity. He gave you life For it to be ripped from your body. No saving grace for you, No end to the pain, […]

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The Evaporation of the Earth

  I am on a plane, again, Flying over your gardens of green And heavenly mountains- Looking more like hollow hills from here, It appears we are chasing The last light of day As East leaves West Before finally we are pitched Into an abyss of blackness As the world disappears And I wonder If […]

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