THE CYCLE

Come the cycle

wild through this dawn

of the daffodil,

I will be a vine in blossom,

a blanketed spring upon the prairie,

a seed of song to follow the frost

and you; the sun

in a season

too sweet for shade.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly with the aid of the magnetic poetry oracle

TOO MUCH SALT IN THE CARAMEL 

 

Inspired by the magnetic poetry oracle and filling in the gaps between the lines…
Remember the magic
(even malicious learns to linger)
marble smoke in sacred sky
(we twisted like timbers burning into embers)
candy kissed in caramel
(no support can be so sweet)
a dark poison
(my veins, your vice)
blushed and broken;
we were a prisoner to your perfume
(my hold and hope; both haemorrhaging)
bleeding on bluegrass
(sharp notes plucked on tender strings)
no peace in her poetry
(even her pen grew to pierce)
desire devours delicious
(hunger harbours not a healthy hold)
porcelain can be as cool concrete.

All words by Damien B. Donnelly

AGEING FRUIT IN THE HOT SUN

 

And so my first try at online Magnetic Poetry, at first glance I thought “Well, this is fun,” but I was wrong. A challenge of limitations.

 

 

Beat and blow
and bare away,

let not blood rip beauty black

We watch,
we want,

“I want hot peaches, honey,” you said

“No music for me,

no sun”

 

All Words by Damien B. Donnelly, limitations by Magnetic Poetry.