THE POLITICS OF A SHAMROCK

  We stopped the telly and the tea to watch the thunder on Thursday; 1-100, 2-100, 3-100 we counted in between the light growing dimmer and that storm, coming closer. We watched from distant windows, catching breaths in between fears of catching colds while next-door neighbours pulled curtains over concerns, here, in a country where […]

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SUMMER’S STORM

  Heaven’s howling! Summer forsaken, storms converge, heaven’s howling! We have flittered too long fowling; nature forsaken, gods now purge our wasted ways, our sloth, our splurge, heaven’s howling!     All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly This is a repost.

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SUMMER STORM for Poetry Day Ireland

  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… Summer Storm Beat away at breast; a lie of love grown to lust, grown […]

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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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MAGNETIC POETRY: SUMMER STORM 

  Beat away at breast; a lie of love grown to lust, grown repulsive, ‘Whisper who we were,’ rose water, a shadow symphony drunk on a dream, smooth shot to sordid, bitter chocolate screams beneath the sweaty skin of a summer storm. All words by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired by the magnetic poetry oracle

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THE STORM

I stood, firm footed against fate, beside the storm, A raucous rage of twisting winds and hollow howls As waves, frothing with fierce foam, forced their way Upon the land, as if claiming some right to survive. I saw, amid the sweeping sound of the stormy sea As it clawed, climbed and crashed its way […]

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