BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.21, NAPOWRIMO

  Snow is no different to sun; it falls and we, in turn, slip silent under its blanket before it dissolves on skin  still tingling from its touch. I recall the heat we made every morning I wake up  and feel the caress  of the cold. All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly

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WHEN WHITE FALLS BLUE

  Snow falls and the darkness drowns in silence, a hush from the heavens falling, so slowly, even crystals cry. Are these the tears of angels weeping who’ve watched us falling like this slow snow, like their tears, trembling?   Snow falls and there’s a stillness and still all this silence between us. Bruises covered […]

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SLOW FALLING, day 30 of A Month with Yeats

  I can’t believe this is it! 30 poems in 30 days inspired by Ireland’s greatest poet W.B Yeats. A poetry challenge created by the brilliant Jane Dougherty. Today is day 30 of this wonderful, inspiring, breathtaking adventure created by Jane Dougherty entitled A Month with Yeats. The final quote comes from the poem ‘The […]

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STARTING OVER

First day, first frost, fragile steps, crisp blanket under foot on grass like glass. Crisp air, slow movements susceptible to change, to ticking time, travelling through like the snow flakes on sturdy shoots above warmer roots Fine day for starting out, finding freshness in the unforeseen, favouring the future on lists that never linger long, […]

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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE

  It might not be a white Christmas here in Paris or in Dublin, where I’m headed tomorrow, but it was once white enough to build a giant Snow Queen in the garden of Effelstown Cottage, the Donnelly homestead,  and to silence all movement in Amsterdam… Merry Christmas everyone and a very, much needed, Happy […]

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SEASONAL SHIFT

I shift like nature, calling snows To coat me, cover me in a crisp Canvas of change to bathe in, To be reborn in, before I skate away From winds that wither my world. Bone chilled, I can wander off To warmer shores, eager for sun To sooth me, to sink within me In the […]

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In search of a Still Shining, Fading Star

I was once silent Amid the noise, Shadowing the world in stillness While all else- But I- Found its motion. I watched as dreams Slipped swiftly Through my fumbling hands- Hands powerless to awaken my slumber to the realm of reality. I’d been held And felt nothing in that very touch- Nothing but the visceral […]

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Spring Cleaning

  Spring cleaning As fresh white snow falls by the window. Spring cleaning; Filling countless boxes of memories To be covered up in cupboards, Hoovering up all you left behind In corners too tricky to tackle. Spring cleaning, Polishing over reflections in mirrors Of the many moments we made And washing the bedclothes over and […]

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