Dónall Dempsey Poems

Ah... Venice!

Not above stealing
a saint or two
...

struggling
the shadows
the light
...

The lemon tree
you planted

in my memory
...

Call me...fish meal!

The wind caught my yacht
turning her Nor' by Nor' Westward!
...

We just - clicked.

Soon - things started to develop.
...

She

translatded
...

You talked to the stars
as if they knew you

whispered their sweet names
...

I split the atoms
apart
...

The frost
had completely redrawn
the city
...

Deep in mid-
-Winter

wakes from her dream
...