Identity – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

THE WHOLE

Remembering Nana Frances on Nollaig na mban (Women’s Little Christmas) Evolution 13. The Whole My grandmother, whose name was Frances and not Nana as I used to think, started baking cakes for Sunday’s tea on a Monday morning, slow and steady was her process like her concentration while waiting for pennies to drop from […]

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SNOW WHITE

I saw you, one morning, blanketed in white, a speckled canvas of virgin purity, all colour lost out to a simpler shade of simplicity. No more that magnificent mass of contrast and contradiction, just quiet and gentle unencumbered distinction. Distant laughter carried on a breeze swirling round trees caught motionless in time, branches bare […]

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WHEN WHITE FALLS BLUE

Snow falls and the darkness drowns in silence, a hush from the heavens falling, so slowly, even crystals cry. Are these the tears of angels weeping who’ve watched us, falling, like this slow snow, like their tears, trembling? Snow falls and there’s a stillness and still all this silence between us. Bruises covered in […]

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EARLY AUTUMN

The sky is burning, the last light eclipsed by the night and we stop and stare like fools at its blaze, not seeing within this gaze possibility falling though our hands like snowflakes in a season that has kept captive the summer. The sky is burning while we travel in taxis, all of us […]

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ATTENTION

I glisten to distract, like a snowflake; the sparkle before the melt. Particles of fleeting perfection floating through the hands of time, falling through all these imperfections. If only my clutch were tighter, truer, if only I knew more of my own truth, too many skins already slipped through, too much prediction put on […]

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THE SWEPT AND THE SWEEPERS

Fragility falling through fine flecks of fair filigree, perfect patterns of individuality speckled on imperfect individuals. Snowflakes melt on steaming skin thin on time, too thick to break through, you cannot always sink below the surface of an iceberg, we cannot break through all that lays beneath, all the lies below the surface, it […]

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BOOKENDS; A CITE OR A SHADOW

A city and a shadow, a choice; to stay or leave, to concede and crown myself as conquered and then be crushed or to continue on as committed commuter, to be complacent or constantly curious for more light so as to comprehend the darkness, to break down the barrier between all there is to […]