Deuxiemepeau, Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly
Between the lines and through the lens…
I saw fateDrunk in some caféEyes of moon and pretty menPretty buttons and a bow tieTombs in eyesA percolator for dreamersHiding bottles before gorgeous wings. Fly away! Love got lostIn a blue lightLives in the devilPours out like holy wineA mouth like yours knows your deedsStay to bleed? You are my fateFly!
In the airport barhe was wearing my eyes;circles ripped with hurricanes. The wind reached for my hand,saw me old,took contradictions & splashed themon my brow. Should I make them valentines;the trails, the test? One loves more. One loves less. This ring we’re in; let them lose, win? In the airport barhe was wearing my eyes;circles […]
The Dragon Slayer in Doolin Brown cow seeks shelter Such weight under so much rock Hush, soft comes the sea My past is not buried beneath all that rock and weed like I first witnessed. My past has become moss and mould that has made more of these monstrous walls than I first saw. […]
My series of poems ‘I Came to the City” has been inspired by the music and artistry of Joni Mitchell, whose music I first head in a little back side, one floor up apartment in the Marais in Paris in 1998 played for me by my flatmate at the time Tambourine Therese and this music […]
I have been courted by counts and clowns, too costly to count, to considered to be questioned, too comical to consider courtly while in cities crowded with crossing carriages and calm corners curated in comfort. I have been coloured in, cared for, cooped up, critiqued, cried out and carried on, careless at times, cautious at […]
I In the park bodies are bare and bending in sweaty forms, see the skin still salivating as if fresh from the frolics, when we were fondled and found, some born to be bound and then others; fickle fools thinking thrusts were as true as trust. But truth is told only in time; touch […]
What is life but a book to read from both sides, from either end, from all there is to see here below the constant clouds of consideration and from far on high where the clouds are carpet and the stars are as close to perfection as we can get, for midway through this meander […]
I thought we were templates for tattoos to tell tales on,I never thought to the tire skids and teeth marks time’s tigerwould temper on our skins. Here kitty, kitty, we calland curiosity comes crawling out from under as cat with claws uncut. Cute kitty, come catch, we call through the forest foliage, fooledinto thinking we […]
Mama was an unmarried mother at the end of the summer of 75 as Joni hissed of the snakes in the gardens of complacency where ignorance was still very much alive. Mama was only a girl in the growing and possibly no more than just 18 when she bent down and placed a kiss […]
In days now distant we were back side, one-up,apartment dwellers whose viewless windowsenabled us to see more through the darknessthan the light that might have deceived us. Tambourine Therese tapped her tunes of truthsnot yet tasted, sweet tumble leaves freshly fallenfrom the trees in the apple orchard with the pinkladies and golden greens begging to […]