This is the first in a planned series of ‘drop-ins’: opportunities to meet the poets whose collections will be reviewed in subsequent posts. I have some wonderful poets lined up and hope you’ll enjoy their reflections on their writing. They have been asked to choose a poem and reflect upon its conception.
The first of our poets is the wonderful Irish writer, Damien B. Donnelly.
Grains of Sand Beneath Cerulean Skies Faith is fragile, courage is not always conclusive, we don’t command the waves or comprehend the clouds. I tell you this sand will be swept into the sea by nightfall, this baying breath of cyan beneath the stretch of those cerulean skies. This smooth, salt-licked land was forged from fire before you were born, when vultures had feathers instead of hands and knives, when volcanos were all there was to fear. Faith is fragile, we can’t see what once…
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