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 […]

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COME HAS THE SHADOW

    And the black crow comes calling… and summer is falling, has burnt in blushing breaths before us, before worshiped walls and rushing rivers, as if it’s taken to tombs or swept below waters raging in the ruins, sunken into shade, shadows slip winter’s wings over sunshine, colour hiding, as if hibernating, climbing tall […]

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COVETING CROWS

  Flight There is a bloom bursting in the bleak of winter There are shadows that lurk in the sun’s embrace There is a crow overhead looking mean and sinister There’s an order disordered in time and space Flap There is a light that shines on shadows in autumn There is pain in the thorn […]

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Winter’s Child

You gently Wrapped your first chill Around me The other night, As if to remind me It was time For the first blanket Of a season in changing, And I felt Comforted- Like the return Of the faithful familiar- Prompting me To double sheets under duvets, Close windows on sneezes, Return socks to naked feet, […]

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