TRUTH OR DARE, for Poetry Day Ireland

  It’s Poetry Day Ireland so I am supporting from abroad. This year’s theme is Truth or Dare and this final new poem recalls older days when this Irishman was still a growing boy on the streets of Paris…   Truth or Dare At 22 we locked the bar at 2am and turned empty bottles […]

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GOLDEN HAZE

  Slow comes the morning, eyes still dazzled by the delicate stars now off trailing dust across the universe as if plotting tracks to tempt us further than the stubborn stance of our single spotlights and I wonder how far you got as I sit here, in the silence of this slowly waking morning light […]

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THE BLACK OF NIGHT

  See, he says to the child by his side, see how the water rises. Wait, he says to the child by his side, to see how life surprises. Dark, he says, is the black of night, the stars too far to enlighten. But day, he says to the child in his wake, brings a […]

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CURSED 

  Blackened hands hardened over the heart exposed, expunged, red roses rubbed into ruins, ‘We are no more than the dust we leave after death,’ a curse forgotten, a force too rooted to be released. Black heart burnt to broken, banished to the ashes of her aftermath and he cannot cry, but he can crack, […]

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POLAROID 

  Camera stands to capture all the memory cannot hold. Stand. Strike. Flash before we fade. I hold a younger you in my older hands; lips just settling after a smile and your eyes; forever with questions I couldn’t answer and now all that stands is our silence; for the voice is never part of […]

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BY THE PARTING

  Being young we bent by bench and placed our kisses on love, growing old I lost the strength to follow, so you left me by the parting of the trees, shaded in loss. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Poetry prompt from VerseReversal on Twitter  

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