Dónall Dempsey Poems

The giant smiled.

His 5 o'clock shadow
looming large
...

Saint Catherine of
Siena

loved the fragrant scent
...

Bright skin tight
a crazy canary yellow

jeans
...

So still
entranced by the vision

of your own
...

Tilly wants to wear
her yellow shoes
with her yellow socks.
...

He looked
like a nasty rumour

of
...

The tiger
(it was my tiger)

sat beside me
...

Angel gazes
heavenward

unable
...

Never quite
understood

(you understand me)
...

They lay in the hay.

Hidden amongst
loud clacking
...