Sun shines in the valley
where the sun king came to stay,
shade is shy in the valley
at the king and queen’s hideaway.
Shadows slip through the valley
down from stars to under stairs,
some secrets slip through the valley
whispered from lips of concrete heirs.
Sun shines in the valley
on swans now savage at swim,
the sun shines in the valley
though the peasants weren’t allowed in.
Shadows sneak through the valley
through the greed gathered within,
shadow is splitting the valley
like guillotines cutting through skin.
Sun shines in the valley
as gold from the fountains flow,
the sun shines in the valley
where follies fade and legends grow.
Shadows sleep in the valley
along paths where tourists thread,
shadows are stuck in the valley
like dust on ideals long dead.
Sun shines in the valley
as Apollo rides the waves,
the sun shines in the valley
and drowns the suggestion of slaves.
Shadows stretch through the valley
pressed into promises made,
shadow is song in the valley
on benches where kisses once laid.
Sun shines in the valley
in the Sun King’s palace of pride,
the sun shines in the valley
where they often came just to hide.
All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly
Reposting this for 14 juillet (Bastille Day, French National Holiday)
I took a break recently to deal with some life challenges, health issues, panic attacks and to edit my novel (after receiving an extremely positive critique from an interested publisher) and then ended up getting distracted by planning to move country at the end of the year so have not been around for a while ( I am sorry to have been away for so long and also sorry to have missed your blogs, I will be playing catch-up over the coming weeks after a trip to Ireland) but I am still here, and will be back…
In the meantime I am re-blogging a few older poems.
Hugs and good thoughts to you all, DamiX