Dónall Dempsey Poems

I wait for your call.

The unwatched kettle boils
itself dry
...

Head back
(reclining)

I fall asleep
...

A bead if sweat
trickled down my neck

slipped between
...

Like ice
the night

cracks open &
...

Here, I see us
as if we had lived

long long
...

HER LEAST FAVOURITE HAIKU

'Go...go back a bit.'
Ooops! Falls arse over tit! Aggh!
...

Your shadow leans
against the wall

as if it were contemplating you
...

The day of her funeral
they came in their thousands
to bless her final rest
...

In the middle of this
vast plain

I find your lost
...

The scythe shone
in the sun
...