A SEAT BEFORE CREATION

  Silent in her own darkness she takes a place by the canvas of creation and before its stillness she lets the light pour over all that has slipped between the shadows.     All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly This is a repost for a week of colourful imagination. Photo of La […]

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WILLING TO BE WONKA

  Up and through, through colour to brighter, better, perhaps. I’m next, she says, up and over, following underfoot the man with the hat who’s had enough. Off with hats, top hats and hard hats, happy heads float through colour, dissolve, he says, into columns of colour, preconceptions passing now, no longer cornered by constricting […]

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BIRTH, SO STILL. Day 1 of A month with Yeats

  Jane Dougherty is not doing NaNoWriMo, let’s be clear about that. But she is busy doing something else equally inspiring- spending a month in the company of W.B. Yeats and asking us to join her- each day this month Jane will pick a line from a Yeats poem and write a new poem inspired […]

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RELEASED

  As you walked away I watched you curve through the current of confusion that had consumed us. Once torn on the tide, I waded out to let our worries wash off on the waves as a breeze buried its breath against my body like the kindness that once caressed us and all hurt once […]

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KEPT SILENT

  Worries weaves beneath the skin like filagree all twists and thin, but secrets seep as veins grow violent for nothing comes of sins kept secret. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired by A Twitter prompt ‘Kept Silent’ from #Written River

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BREAK

  As the soul departs on the last breath, we, with breath in bounty, break All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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THE KISS GOODBYE

I kissed you goodbye To remind us Of all that had failed, Of all that we’d missed Since we had first kissed, I kissed you goodbye For the hunger, For the itch and ache That remains unquenched, Still famished and benched, I kissed you goodbye And I held you, Body on body, With our breaths […]

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FOLD IN THE SHEET

Lost in the fold in the sheet That separates us, so close We slumber, in our own reverie, Slipping apart in the trappings That coil around us, while you Do not turn to look, to see me Tangled. Lost in the fold in the sheet, My arms caught by my side, My legs entwined in […]

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