Identity – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

THE CARETAKER

High on a hilltop, you climb above your age and whisper the wisdom of your ancestors like its wealth (hush, I say, to hear the humble) worn words as woven into the earth as the roots of the trembling trees standing to support those above it. High on a hilltop, a former teacher caresses […]

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IN THE SEOUL

This city does not sleep, the wind as wistful as thoughts I cannot gather, here, on this sojourn to the south of Seoul. Horns honk along highways waking drivers out of daydreams the night can’t decipher and we buckle up and giggle briefly in back seats but I cannot distinguish those star-bound lanterns hung […]

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BOWING TO THE BEARERS OF LIGHT IN THE SHADE

We break from the path to follow the light, light that has no alignment to direction, to road or wood, less wandered or not, light that touches trees that have known more darkness than I will ever close my eyes to see and still they stand to catch the light, looking like leopards now […]

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COLOUR DANCES LIKE A FLAME OVER CONCRETE

Colours catch fire over concrete, catch life, catch the laughter that will not linger for as long as this concrete. Measure moments not in length but in weight, weight, don’t wait to catch life; it is cold to be concrete and watch the flames flicker out, to be caressed but never considered consumable. We […]

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TO COME CURIOUS

We take slow steps into the sweet water, watch the current caress the dark rock, the volcanic roar no longer rupturing, its rage now rocked to slumber by this single shore. I lose my shirt to time’s tide and this shimmering sand, I lift it up and feel the weight that washed over it […]

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GONE, THE GARDEN

Gone is the garden, we are paved now in parts no longer potential to growth, to goodness. And the crow caws in the corner, flesh festering into feather. Gone is the garden, we have paved paths over all that was precious while thinking thoughtless, if only we’d thought less about what we wanted and […]

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THE SUM OF WHO WE ARE

And we are all a sum of circles spinning, spiralling, circling something, orbiting our own atmosphere, seduced by our own stratosphere, (oh, how we smell) chasing our own tails; can circles have tails or is it just dogs? Although Plato portrayed us as circles split apart; restlessly looking for the rest of ourselves, worrying […]