Journey – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

Cheltenham Poetry Festival, Recorded Set

On the 8th of January I was the lucky guest of the Cheltenham Poetry Festival live on Zoom with the astounding Catrice Greer and a gorgeous group of poets reading that the Open Mic. Below is the recording of my set, a 25 minute tour of the first 45 years of my life, poetically, with […]

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ONE NIGHT IN CHELTENHAM

Last Friday, 8th Jan, I was honoured to be invited by Cheltenham Poetry Festival to be their featured poet at their online zoom reading along with the excellent and incandescent Catrice Greer, a mind-blowingly amazing collection of poets who took part in the open mic and the best smiley-faced and supportive audience you could ever […]

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EVERYTHING COMES AND GOES

Everything comes and goesyou can’t court without a spark / but nothing lasts as longas that first light / the first night / already fading / and the morningfinds us fumbling / trying to get through / to get onto something shinier / something newer / to something newer Everything comes and goeslike the lines […]

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Building a Dream into a Poetry Collection – Writing.ie

I am so grateful to http://www.writing.ie who gave me the opportunity to share the story of building my dreams into poetic realities that took Eat the Storms from being penned to being published as my debut collection by The Hedgehog Poetry Press. Below is the link to the multifaceted Irish writer’s information and resource online […]

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Eat the Storms – The Podcast – Episode 5- National Poetry Day 2020

Tomorrow is National Poetry Day in the UK and so this week’s podcast is dropping tomorrow to celebrate and I am surrounded by 4 guest poets from as far as New Zealand and as close as Dublin City centre who share their poems on movement, change, time and loss. Join us tomorrow and meantime- Stay […]

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TIDES

Words and painting by Damien B. Donnelly

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THAT WHICH IS MAPPED OUT FROM THE START

There was always an end Even before we started To circumnavigate Time’s tock- Listen Still Hear it Winding back To that first tick There was always an end We Were Just greedy Like composites Wanting to be primes. All words photos by Damien B Donnelly

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KEPT IN RECESSES OR THROWN TO DUST

Old wheels still turn through new miles. We are more than we look- muscle is not only what it takes to transform. We skirt old roads now well educated on my departure, it’s not just the seasons that circle back on themselves. I’ve left parts of me in every other recess in order to […]

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TO CAPTURE EACH OTHER TOGETHER

I took photos of us once, together, to remember all I had before I set off to find myself in other fields that other lands had whispered of other welcomes across other waves, moments to return to later as I navigated new roads, strange turns and gates I had to manage alone. Now, our […]

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ORIGINS

We are not always daughter to the day or son to the stars. Some times space shrinks and we find ourselves light years away from the planets that hold the answers to where we came from. We take giant steps across uncharted terrains, nerves attached to transmitters connected to nothing but a need to […]