FREEDOM IS A WISH ON THE WIND

  I steal deep into space, in the far field- inches are miles these days and miles can hold worlds. I kick imaginary balls into empty posts and run tracks that dig circles around the turns I cannot take. The eye spots white specs, like snowflakes, dancing on the far side of deep ditches- daisies […]

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WHEN I DREAM OF WHO WE WERE

  We used to hold hands, a quiver along the skin at touch,                     do you remember? You handled me like I was food, to be prepared pealed back, to find the taste within. I was advised not to- but I had hungered, had grown ill    […]

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PAINTING

  On comes the light and I reach out for the taste of morning in an orange orchid that unfolds a sash of summer’s stock to tie its threads around the ears of anxious. On comes the morning and I stretch emerald strokes onto a light canvas pulled out across grouchy grasses that cannot see […]

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BUDS OF INVINCIBILITY

  Notes multiply under an orange blossom moon. We pour music into cups and songs sprout from rose trees that have yet to bend towards the bud while daisies turn noisy in the far field as the grass orchestrates the dawn’s chorus and petals tremble in the wake of all that once shivered in the […]

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WHEN IMAGINATION COMES BACK HOME

  ‘An Irishman’s heart is nothing but his imagination’ George Bernard Shaw I came back, looking to find the pieces I’d left behind, in my parting, having since shed so much of the things once thought treasures along the trail. I came back, wondrous for the parts as yet unopened, unlike the heart I never […]

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FANTASTIC FLUTTERINGS

  On dull days when the sun absconds from sky, when grey grinds gloom into gutters and mothers utter ‘stay inside’, children’s minds flutter to unfold like umbrellas opening; colours cascading over concrete clutter like candy to calm a calamity. In the midst of the mundane and the murky, inspiration catches on the canvas of […]

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A SEAT BEFORE CREATION

  Silent in her own darkness she takes a place by the canvas of creation and before its stillness she lets the light pour over all that has slipped between the shadows.     All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly This is a repost for a week of colourful imagination. Photo of La […]

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CAPTURED ON CANVAS

  Connie was caught by colour in the corner of the castle where curtains collected carnations. Connie was captured courting curious on the canvas of a castle in a kingdom condemned. Connie was caught by the kiss of a courter in the courtyard where calla lilies were cut. Connie missed the caution in the cut […]

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COLOURS IN THOUGHT

  Colours flap in the wind, colours catch the feeling of freedom at daybreak like thoughts taking flight in dreams under blankets, mounding over molecules, making matter meaningful. Dawn’s dew delights in seeds now stirring under soil just as stars shine significance on a mind, on a pillow, at play. There is movement beyond the […]

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CAPTURED

  Light catches glass, catches colour, creates contrast on walls and water. Light leans in and leaves illusions on lines where once there was shadow, buildings become boats baring sails to beckon the breeze which billows at its ease through colour caught on glass which is captured in light. All words and photographs by Damien […]

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