Dónall Dempsey Poems

You at the top of
a very tall ladder

painting a pelmet
...

The page
white with rage

and tormented
...

We dance
around our little flat
to Louis Armstrong
...

5 half-moons rising
on the hand that strokes my hair
bracelets like music
whispering softly in my ear
...

I, not
knowing then

that you
...

Go
for a walk

in the wilds
...

“Clickety clack! ”
said the train

reaching for an horizon.
...

she is the mist
she is
lost in
...

Each Christmas I had wanted
& now had finally got
...

Because you are
the way you are

I love you
...