Between the lines and through the lens…
It’s Poetry Day Ireland so I am supporting from abroad. This year’s theme is Truth or Dare so throughout the day I will be posting a few of my older poems on Truth and a few more on being Irish… The Truth in the Water I see you, this morning in sweeping reflections in […]
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Wordless Wednesday… All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
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Lanterns are tied around hope like we twist naivety around the truth, like we twist around arms as if we can strangle more comfort out of complacent, the need to hold onto something regardless if fragility is tied to a breeze we cannot keep at bay. Winds are blowing in the northern skies while […]
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I slipped off to the edge of the city, this morning, where the stream found a stillness and the air a crispness that kept confusion at a distance I stood beneath the bridge that took the traffic and its tension far from me and found the swimming swan rising higher in the […]
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– Where you there, all the time, I asked myself, for I have not discovered the powers of hindsight, as our words wove like the wind around the whispers the woods were once witness to? – Where you there all the time, I asked myself, in that soft spot of spirit in the fold of […]
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All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
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Silence surrounds this sweet stillness, icicles are falling; tears streaming new paths down old windows once home to fading reflections and the robin and his red chested breast; forever stained, forever beating, flaps through the open field in search of a hushed hope in buds that will soon bloom, in life that will soon […]
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It’s day 27 of Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats which means all of us who’ve taken part in this fantastic poetry challenge have created 27 new poems inspired by Ireland’s greatest poet. Today’s quote is: ‘Once more the storm is howling, and half hid under this cradle-hood and coverlid my child sleeps on.’ […]
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Day 16 of Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats poetry Challenge and the quote today comes from ‘He Mourns for the Change That Has Come Upon Him and Longs for the End of the World’: ‘Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?’—W.B. Yeats Jane’s blogs is: https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2017/11/16/a-month-with-yeats-day-sixteen/ My poem today […]
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Falling from above into a concrete sea where tree meets sky salvation is still possible. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
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