FEATHERS IN FLIGHT

 

We are but fickle fellows,
like feathers that blow
at the beckoning of the breeze
and know not where we land.
We are the folly of fluttering fancies;
a collection of coincidental connections
that we cannot create, keep or control.
I found you once in a far flung field
and fought to find the freedom
to forge in you forever but wicked winds
wound my weakness in greater gales
and I lost my grounding in that garden,
never mine, never thine, never ours,
the petals perishing on prized plateaus
where passion never played to pleasure.
We are fellows of fluttering feathers,
too feeble to fight the forces
that blow us briefly onto bodies bare
and bring us back from that beauty
for fear we might one day
find the force to forge our own flight.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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8 thoughts on “FEATHERS IN FLIGHT

    1. deuxiemepeau

      Thank you so much Jennifer, a real honour coming from you. Big hugs from a very empty Paris, where everything closes in August as the Parisians escape to the seaside while the tourists wander round wondering why everything is closed. Leaves the streets free for me to pretend I own them all!!!

      1. Jennifer Calvert

        Aww I loved it!
        Yes, I spent a year in Europe and defiantly noticed the sea-side escapes and empty cities and closed businesses! Hehe I love it. So different from home; where nothing ever closes. 😓

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