SWAN NECK

  Swans have long necks though not as long as giraffes but I wonder still if they can see further upstream than the rest of us whose necks barely stem a few inches above the clavicle. The current is a nonstop exciting confusion, waves of wisdom and what ifs- what if I fall, what if […]

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IF ONLY

  We are land birds, bound birds, we have made homes in twisted trees growing hallow, growing hard. We are land birds, ground birds, we have been deluded by illusions growing careless, growing cold. We are land birds, drowned birds, in a dying desert growing doubtful, going dry. If only we had been sea birds, […]

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A WHITE WING RISING

   A starlit day, on a distant shore, as if summer had sent it swarming like a snowflake; silken wings to summon the sunset, a white moth to raise a sweet soul departing. And there, as a star was added, the bright moon was kissed in berry blush as the sun settled beneath the lake […]

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WHITE NIGHT, day 4 of A Month with Yeats

  Day 4 of Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats Challenge and in a day behind but onwards we roll. The quote comes from To some I have talked with by the Fire “…till the morning break and the white hush end all but the loud beat of their long wings, the flash of their […]

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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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BEAT 

  We are all of us bats beating against the darkness happy  to be closer to the heavens  than the dungeons hardly hanging on  to tissue taunt beaten down  but not broken. We are bats  beating on with a hope held out  for that white night. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly 

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