Dónall Dempsey Poems

Hiding in the hay
me a terrified little boy
& my uncle like a terrified little boy
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LOW FINISTERRE 1007 LOSING ITS IDENTITY BY THE SAME TIME


It’s BBC Radio 4
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Old bedraggled
typewriter

emerging from
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She takes an old broken cracked conch shell
a dried up Corsican starfish

sand from her backyard sandpit(slightly damp)
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AT HOME WITH THE HAMLETS(for me auld pal Al)

To pee or not to pee
that is...the vexation.
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I a...
...wake

covered in glorious glitter
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The words
hunted him

hunted him
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'Later, love...'
she said

but Death
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Gazing at the sky
an angel with marble wings
forgets how to fly
pinned as it is to the earth
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A night
scattered with stars

each star
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