Dónall Dempsey Poems

In your old nursery
we ride the rocking horse

of your childhood
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A dreamt dream
(but not fully spent)

a little love
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'Let's do id! '
she always said
(instead of 'it! ')
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Sitting on the fence
tendrils of wisteria
kidnapping the sun
stuff it into a dark cloud
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The sun is
preaching her sermon

to the town
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SCIENCE REVISION

They had all seen
the water
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Here, I meet
my mother

before she has
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You shout
& I watch your mouth

move in silence
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The winds
of Heaven

like God’s wrath
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Dún do shúile
(Close your eyes)

Codail go lá...mo ghrá séimh.
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