"This is an imaginative, multi-dimensional collection tinged with sadness and regret at times but, above all, with a sense of wonder and joy."
-- Mandy Pannett
-- Mandy Pannett
Other comments on 'Crawling Out and Falling Up'
"It is my firm conviction that we are all born with the poetry gene. Many of us, regrettably, tend to mislay it on the ‘use it, or lose it’-principle. Not Dónall. His poetry-gene gently bosses all his other genes into seeing that poetry does indeed matter. My chief impression of his poetry is that it springs from an apparently inexhaustible lyrical stream; his imagery is therefore always as fresh as it is both original and unexpected. No subject is off-limits, though the usual lyric themes of love, happiness, death, time, nature and transitoriness are never far absent from any of his poems. He is an eloquent memorialist of lost loves, of Proustian ‘temps perdu’ and of present joys. I have always found him a delight to read in his chosen form of vers libre. I find Dónall’s ‘poetic’ wonderfully summarised in Shakespeare’s Sonnet 81, particularly in the quatrain :
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall o’er-read,
And tongues to be shall your being rehearse,
When all the breathers of this world are dead.
and in the sonnet’s lovely concluding couplet:
You still shall live -such power hath my pen-
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men."
— Brian Ings
‘Crawling out and falling up’
Her first puddle.
‘There’s rain lying dead
in a hole!’
She’s only ever
seen rain fall
not trapped in a pothole.
‘Why doesn’t it
and fall up?’
I see it happen
in thought if not in deed.
W21cm x H 15cm
74 poems and 34 haiku, and various prose pieces. and haiku