nature – Deuxiemepeau Poetry by Damien B. Donnelly

EAT THE STORMS – LAUNCH DAY – VISUAL STIMULATION- CATCH COLOUR

All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly, Jardin des Serres, Paris

IN OR OUT

Lilium lancifolium lies back in a bed we repositioned last spring under the scorch of today’s mid-afternoon melt. In a slow movement that set her into structure, before the dawn woke the rest of us, she assumes a position to demonstrate the perfect pliancy of her freckled petals and pushes everything out to be […]

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THE SWEETER SONG

Dominant bird rings on repeat his call in the late afternoon- arriba, arriba, arriba he appears to echo whilst other feathered fellows join in his mash-up as if they all know the price is now time sensitive- this has become their season to shine- they sing and we sit in their shadow, the quiet […]

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THE STING

9 is not yet known to this Sunday morning but already I’m playing catch up with the dawn in a once foreign field now renamed home, running after breaths and age that is unobtainable like caressing clouds or surviving on the sap of stems where needles immerse nettles in a loneliness we have come […]

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GIVEN TIME

Rushes rustle a calling to the rain mimicking the sound of those molecules of moisture they long to feel against their sharp- edged skins. We all learn to mimic what we must, let go of all we can not hold, lean in to what we love, fake all we can not feel. Gulls squawk […]

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THIS HISTORY OF A HOME

I live now in various shadows and only a few whose forms I’d distinguish. By a round tower on a little hill at the far end of a short road I can read the names of the first ones who named this place as a home, I’ve no faces for these folk who were […]

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BOUND

You draw my attention from pondering path like thoughts collected in a well-worn carpet and make me wonder, as with love and hate, which came first- bark almost buried to blind or the sweet lie of this lichen grown around your years as if you where the whole to its being, the breath to […]

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A SONG ABOUT THE SPIRALS

The circles spiral. Goodbye is not a definitive swan song. Time cannot be buried in a single spot. Early evening and the sun no longer sets in this kitchen that watches the seasons turn without comment. The sills have new shadows we have not yet named. This morning broke over fallen feathers and for […]

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THE NEW NORMAL ROUTINE

Input- daily. Early morning. Wake up to bird call and input ideas for the new day. Run. Write. Weights. Wash. Garden. Grass. Weeds. No Smoking. More Chopping. Manic. Now move indoors. Pottering. Pacing. Painting and onto poetry. Moving out again from bedroom. Old room. Once far room. Cold room, where someone died once, before […]

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LIMITATION OF ROSES

I had the biggest bedroom as a boy but curiosity picked the box room at the lighter end of the short corridor for my summer’s sojourn. I was always looking for other walls that caught the shadows of other lives being lived- to touch the thought, at that time, was tantamount to taking part. […]