BORDERED IN, day 14 of A Month with Yeats

  It’s day 14 of A Month with Yeats coming to you from a wet, wild and rather wintery -2 degrees of Stockholm. Today’s quote from the genius of Jane Dougherty is: ‘That you, in the dim coming times, may know how my heart went with them after the red-rose-bordered hem.’ —W.B. Yeats. Jane’s blog […]

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MOMENT AFTERWARDS 

  In absence lips lean out in longing, clouds gathering, a chill in the air, the warmth slipping.   Memory is a playful thing, you tease and turn over and back to before.   We kissed, I feel it intensely, I see it clearly in the mirror still marked from a night now over.   […]

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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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THE KIND OF CREATURES WE ARE 

  Strange are the creatures we are beyond the bones that break and the backs that bare, striving to question our own conception within this creation ever depleting (and yet we all want more). Strange are the creatures we are beyond the fingers that fondle and the footprints that fade, striving to find a love […]

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IN THE MOMENT

  Today we are together, timeless in this singular moment of forever. We are limitless; soul entwined in hope, hope entwined in love. Today we are together. Tomorrow is for fools to fret over. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly. The Kiss Sculpture by Rodin. Inspired by a Twitter poetry prompt from #DimpleVerse

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